Today was meant to be the ironing day. I did a number of things but none of them were ironing. I can't really report doing much before lunchtime when I jumped on my bike and went into town to try to recoup some energy. I started with a smoothie and then progressed to coffee and lunch. Refueled as best as I could be, I then took myself on a series of errands. The purpose of the errands was two-fold. I wanted to get some stuff for my guitar and I also wanted to get myself cycling over distance.

I plan to use a lot of bicycle and guitar over the month of August, so the more I do now to make those activities better, the better August will work out. That's the theory anyway. I had picked up my bike from its service with this in mind.

My detours to Maplin and the guitar shop were followed by taking the reverse of yesterday's cycling-for-pleasure route. I ended up back at home on the outside of about 14 miles of cycling pleasure. That's good. I liked that.

Apart from getting a Subway at about 8pm, there's not much else I can think of reporting about today. I ended the evening in bed watching Normal Lovett's DVD with my eyes drooping. This wasn't induced by the disc, I was just knackered.

I like to end a week as I mean to continue the next one.