Cleaning up

Today we planned to visit the zoo and feed the giraffes, but after an eight mile run this morning I conked out completely, incapable of doing anything apart from hanging the laundry out.

Raining on my parade

I went running this morning and went much faster than I expected; perhaps that was due to the fat-loading (last night's pizza overdose) or maybe getting more sleep (I struggled out of my pit at 7, an hour later than usual), or this being an easy week and so reaping the benefit of lower training load, or indeed just that I didn't run up any bridges today. Whatever the reason, I felt good, got home, hung out the laundry to dry, then went to the office to work on my novel. (Three screens are wonderful when you're doing a redraft.)

Lost & Found

Every few days we drop a bag of dirty laundry off at the North Europe Dry Cleaners in Tin Hau, and a day later they return it, cleaned, to the door of our flat. They're incredibly helpful; if I include in the load a pair of jeans that are missing a button, they'll reappear with a new one sewn on. Every pair of socks is neatly matched up, every t-short folded, and they even sort the different things being washed, so I'm not wading through a sea of undergarments when I'm trying to put away dress shirts.