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Had lots of instantaneous restored power cuts last night. After 10mins of IPL interruptions I went and turned a few things off and amazingly the cuts stopped. A bit later I smelt a funny smell. A bit later I filled the kettle and it leaked everywhere. DING!

I blew the kettle up. When I was setting up the juicer blip I must have turned it on - empty. Whoops. I wonder how many other people's electricity i affected.

The gym visit was even better than predicted. First the programmer; yes my body mass index is high, yes I've got a high fat percentage. OK its good to hear that I've got a high protein count. But thats normal for non vegetarians the guy says, I'm a veggie I say.

The dietician is a scream, she takes herself very seriously. She goes through this speel about how I need to take supplements, and contradicts the previous information by telling me I don't eat enough protein. Apparently there is no protein in vegetables and the protein in pulses is the wrong kind of protein. She doesn't really comprehend my disinterest. Eventually I burst out laughing when she tells me she doesn't want me to get dependant on her. She doesn't like that and I refuse to explain. She gets a little flustered and starts going through the prices of the supplements. Then its over. Perhaps I should have asked about steroids.

Got shown two new machines - an escalator that you run up which was quite good fun, and a sort of a skiing thing. Apparently I am supposed to do weights one day and cardio the next. So the guy asked me how many days I wanted to do weights and suggested 2, I said 4. Then he said how many days do you want to do cardio and suggested 2, I said 4 - meaning the same 4 days, his response was - oh yes we open Sundays. It appears he thinks Sunday is the 8th day of the week. So having agreed in his mind to work out 8 days a week he said he'd have my weights program ready tomorrow. Oh sorry says I - I'm away all weekend, I can't come til Monday.

So I went out to sample restaurants again. Ended up in Soho watching the cricket. Had a very nice meal, unfortunately I ordered the bread basket, forgetting that 2 pounds equals an awful lot of roti, paratha, nan and whatever else (kulcha, etc.). So I have a doggy basket for tomorrows tiffin.

I'm not certain what the thing in the photo is, some sort of a templey worship thing attached to a tree. But I know my lens needs cleaining, and that my t-shirt is ineffective for that.

Did anyone see the story of the pakistani cricketer and the indian tennis player that are geting married, except a wife who claims to have a phone marriage with the cricketer has turned up. He doesn't deny it but says the one he supposedly married was not the one whose photo he had been shown, so it doesn't count.