This week I remembered where the gym was and I'm trying to get back into some sort of regular schedule. I'd forgotten how boring 10 min. of static cycling could be. My only hope is that I become so absent minded that I don't notice how long I'm spending sitting on the saddle.
In other news there were some lovely contrails in the sky the other evening:
I must have taken a gazillion pictures of the signs next to the lifts at the Royal Stoke University Hospital - <sigh> here's another: