Mock marking magic

Last night's sobriety enabled an early morning trip to the gym with Son No. 1. A bit of running, a bit of shoulder pressing and chest pressing with my weak as a sparrow's leg upper body. A bit of upright rowing which I seem to do okay at finished with a bit of time on the eliptical trainer (or whatever it's called).

I'm yet to decide whether healthy and fit beats my old more slovenly lifestyle but I think everyone knows the answer, even if they deny it to themselves!

Poached egg and avocado on toast for a treat when we got home and then on to this marking. There are four more mock exams over the next two weeks and each set takes a couple of hours to mark. There are worse things in the world to do, what with a bit of 6music in the background and a cup of tea. But, but, but - it's my weekend and I would prefer to be doing something with the boys and Mrs Running Backwards. Perhaps artificial intelligence will be doing this for me in a few years time.

Went out last night for a friend's 49th Birthday. Mine is looming soon. He's bothered about getting older, I'm not really. I read something about the privilege of getting old which is not something afforded to everyone. I'm going with that thought this week but that might not sustain me forever!