Proof that television is bad for you: After lugging the TV down the stairs and into the boot of Jo’s car, I’ve managed to pull a muscle in my back; and after a rotten night’s sleep, today decided to stay home and rest it rather than try to hobble in to work.
One thing I did manage to do today was to fill in a lot of the missing details of last year’s bike trip in and . Not all of it has been uploaded yet, after reconnecting and keeping the modem on-line twice I gave up when it dropped off for the third time. Bring on cheap broadband access!
I also managed to have the joy of hanging up on a telephone direct marketer. I’m not quite sure what is the greater pleasure; not having them call me in the first place, or the satisfaction of hanging up on them and making it abundantly clear what I think of their tactics.