Back in the spaceship

That is, the spaceship of the bed. Tissues, snacks, book (a reunion of ghosts) paracetamol, and a movie (Finding your Feet).

Oh, and Bomble is here, of course. I've also slept a bit. On balance, I'd prefer walking the coastal path. Now, the Cotswold way is nearer, of course, if I wanted another long distance trail. Today is a rest day, boring as this seems.

Tomorrow, I am off to a ludicrously faraway meeting. See Leicester and die?
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