Every time you put together a graphic with messy layering, someone promises to take a puppy for a walk and then doesn’t.
So far on Sunday I’ve ridden 20 miles to work to try and get some exercise in. Done a bit of work then realized I was late. Caned it to the train station, got the train and then belted up to Waterloo, just managed to catch my brother to pick up some stuff from him. Got home after another 12 miles on the bike, picked up 11 PR’s on Strava (not bad going when the rucksack I had on weighed the same as another person). Food shopped. Put my washing on in the launderette, found a second packing crate on the way back which I will build my desk with next weekend. Cooked chicken and chorizo in a pesto sauce as lunch for the week at work. Put my washing in to dry at the launderette. Got back and have a toulouse sausage and tomato bake on the go.
I haven’t even got round to work or ebaying stuff yet and I’m tired.
Modern life is rubbish.