Day 4 back at work

A fairly long-standing achilles problem has reared it's ugly head, aggravated by the number of hills and steps I have to negotiate working in Edinburgh. Just getting out of Waverley Station is like climbing a mountain, even with the new escalator they've put in to get you about one third of the way to the surface. I've popped some ibuprofen and changed my shoes to try and get it to calm down. I have some very nice light shoes that I thought would be idea for the office, but they're killing me on the way to work because of the lack of support, so I've reverted to my heavy old GORE-TEX Clarkes walking shoes.

Think I'll sleep well tonight! Denise is back from Germany today, so we might go out for a drink, but we probably won't stay late because I'm getting so tired. What am I saying! Going out to the pub robs you of all sense of time and of any caution because of having to work tomorrow ...

Two boxes of wine arrived a couple of days ago, and I haven't even opened them. Now that's knackered!