Slogged all day till 7:30, so not too much to report. Tetchy political atmosphere gradually dissipating.

However me and the Gnome have had the go ahead to make another TV ad for the cats and dogs people. Looking forward to casting the dog (Brad Pitbull suggested by the Gnome) for the "lead" role. Arf!

Slipped away in lieu of lunch for a swim mid afternoon. I don't know if it is my imagination but I did seem slightly less porcine when waddling by the mirror, which is good. One day I may have ribs again.

Late home, reading about the 50 worst albums of all time in Q, the worst offender being an offering from Duran Duran. Pausing to eat a brace of fishcakes before bed, I headed upstairs to slumber on the Norway foam.

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