So, it turns out the gym is actually good for me. Thursday and Friday I felt mega-stressed and pissed off at work, so much so I almost insulted quite a few people, and wanted to kick the walls. But then I went to the gym after work on Friday night, did a really hard workout, and felt wonderful and chilled out in the evening, and slept really well. So I've proved that the gym is actually good for my mental wellbeing, therefore I should keep going.

Today is gorgeous and warm and sunny, but with a breeze, and I have sat in a cafe courtyard and eaten bakewell tart and drunk ginger beer and read the paper, and all is well with the world. Also I bought a suitcase, for my forthcoming jaunt to Trinidad, which is quite an important thing to have, really.