In some ways I felt I did more with my day before I got to the office.

Dishes from dinner, nail removal from living room floor, measured up for carpet and paint.

Slithered down the hill (second time ever?) on a soft back tyre... Must be a slow puncture. And then proceeded to write up last week's reports along with the attendant mop up of Monday phone calls.

Lunch was a brisk walk to procure essentials, met briefly at Sainsburys, tea, then more dullness.

Arthur's Seat with Barry after; felt disconnected all the way round.

And not helped by a random discussion about childcare as I stood in the cold wind at a bus stop at Meadowbank.

Home, ate, slept, woken, chatted for over an hour then resumed sleeping.