The weir

A great sleep, except for a period of wakefulness because I was convinced I heard the alarm go off for about 5 seconds during the night. Probably it was a dream. Not good. But eventually, I got back to sleep and slept until 8.10.

It's been another quiet day, but not as lazy as yesterday as I both did a decent peloton workout this morning and then went for a reasonable walk up to Redbraes weir, in order to get a blip, this afternoon. It's a long time since I was up that way. I also dropped off my old driving licence in the postbox, to send it back to DVLC. I now have the same awful unflattering picture on both my new passport and my new driving licence. Hey ho.

Other than that, I've read some of my book and thought about the challenges of the week ahead. Different to last week. They involve my regular annual trip to Florence. Mr A, meanwhile, is heading norf.