Slow slow AM. 

Eventually me and them there lads headed out on the bikes by a roundabout route to Asda; then a wander about the wastelands between the gulags and the docks, then home to do lunch.

A quiet afternoon, tempered by the news that CV might be on the agenda with Her...

Symptoms sound about right, and lethargy too. Whilst there's no worsening, it's still worry. 

Some football practice and the making of a flag quiz plus conspiracy theories with Don for an hour. I may need to seek MrSmith's advice about viral marketing. Or not.