It may have been due to a fortnight
gap or the effect of a day spent in the barn sawing, drilling, screwing, hammering
and lifting, or both, but for whatever reason tonight’s gym session seemed
harder work than usual, not helped by my I-pod lacking charge and so consigning
me to an hour of Capital Radio with its mixture of (to me) unintelligible rap, strident
yelling, headache beat and inane interjections from the DJ; it’s on the
communal radio by default, and being British no-one turns it off or changes
stations, but tonight we were mainly a mature group and the volume was set tolerably
low, so while on the exercise bike I could read my kindle (thankfully charged)
as normal without distraction.
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