I ran 10 miles.
I collected my prescription and bought some replacement tweezers.
I did ironing.
I started sewing up the widdle knitted jeans (So. Cute!)
I made banana bread.
I harvested two radishes.
I ovluated (which I’d given up hope of doing, given I’m 23 days into my cycle. Twenty Three).
Today: by 7.15 am I had fallen over into an A-road, grazing my knee so badly I needed to get a dressing from the Train Station first aid kit (rather than bleed at my fellow commuters). I spent the entire commute into London in actual shock (i.e. feeling sick), bled through the dressing, bought some more dressings at a chemist, bled through one of those by lunchtime (gosh, tarmac is sharp), and failed to properly get going.
With knee rapidly stiffening, I would like to declare that I am done with today.