I cycled 34 miles yesterday. Let’s just pause on that.

I have one friend (3G) who would sniff at that because she cycles everywhere and used to have a 25 mile round trip commute she did by bike, but 34 miles is more than twice what I cycle on my longest round trip commute.

So that would probably be why I feel like a heap of broken plates today.

Moving right along… the reason I cycled so stupidly far was because The Physicist and I are looking for a new home; we live very close to the Olympic stadium and unsurprisingly the landlord has raised the rent substantially for our June renewal. We’re looking at a very different area of London and I think I found a perfect house yesterday while viewing 8 properties between 10am and 12.30…; fingers crossed that the landlady accepts my attempt at negotiating the rent and we get it!

My reading time has been severely cut down recently; my commute has got so short that I don’t have time to settle into a book! Don’t be jealous, it won’t last.

In other news, I’m discovering how hard it is to spend a day at home without working; it’s like I can’t think of anything else to do (despite all those neglected books whispering at me). Nevertheless, I am determined not to let the Sunday of my long weekend get sucked up with work and am resolutely staying off the work network.