Given the problems she’s having with her back I feel I should have perhaps got her one of those shopping trolley things for her birthday rather than a new rucksack, it can’t help. She vows to do a very gently session at the gym tonight, just a really tiny session and promises to barely raise a sweat. Then she fires up Google maps to show her the way. It's been so long.
Daughter comes around for tea and her fitness campaign rules out chorizo and coconut milk which still leaves me plenty of scope to go wild.
(Tuesday 23rd May)