I had a tiring day at work. At the time of writing (August 10th), I can't say quite what was so tiring about it. I'll hazard a guess that having had little sleep the previous night may have had some bearing on it. I vaguely recall that I may have cycled into work too - just for fun. At this point, I was trying to keep some sort of rein on my exercise/eating regime.

After the work, I decided that there was only one thing I could do to wash away my troubles. I would relax in a nice hot bath. Given that I also had a DVD of Bill Bailey's BBC 2 series - "Is it Bill Bailey", which I bought from ebay recently (and which was actually a transcription of someone's "video off the TV" of the time), I thought that I could combine two good activities - bathing and watching. I believe I may have started the bathroom trip with a poo too. Too much information? I suspect so.

So, with my laptop actual as converter of digital data from the disc into moving images and sound, I installed myself in the bathroom. It was hot. Very hot. I had a hot bath and I think it may have been filling up from the sweat that was exuding from me. I sweated for England. I laughed along with the DVD and got myself all cleaned up and cheered up for the imminent visit from my girlfriend. She was due the following day and it wouldn't be a moment too soon.