So, there I was on Saturday, in Tesco, still in gym kit five hours after I had cycled back from the said gym. I had a weekend of chores to do and frankly couldn’t be bothered to change- but the chance to get to Tesco for a big shop in a friend’s car - without a bike, basket in front, panniers behind and courier bag strapped to me- was irresistible.

Well, it’s been a challenging fortnight. Quite why I hadn’t anticipated that is beyond me. Still, it’s nice to know I can still surprise myself I guess.

I put my back out. This is the stuff of jokes. I pulled a muscle in what is effectively my arse whilst at the gym. I cannot describe the pain without having to have my words blacked out. Which is very nearly what I did. So several days have been spent in a drug-induced haze.