Today was the start of my phased return to work. Just an hour a day for this week and then building up eventually to full days.
Had to have a return to work risk assessment meeting today with some form-filling. Presumably to clarify that I wasn’t going to sit in the book corner wearing a tin foil hat and babbling about voices like the Son of Sam killer.
I came home and did a mammoth work out on my step and my other gizmo. Health Health Health.
I’m not bothered so much about being slim and svelte. I’d rather be firmed up and strong. Like Sarah Connor in Terminator 2. \
Always best to be prepared for the artificial intelligence uprising. (It’ll start with those Alexa, Echo gizmos, you mark my words!) Or a zombie invasion. Whichever… Although I went to the post office this afternoon and it’s quite possible that the zombie apocalypse has already begun and we just haven’t noticed yet. The irony of the song ‘Across 110th Street’ by Bobby Womack, on my MP3 was not lost on me as I was stood in the queue with the toothless and unkempt of the neighbourhood. (FYI Bman, ‘Across 110th Street’ is nothing to do with, “that film about Father Christmas” – I think you’ll find that is ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ – FFS!)
Easy to be this positive on day one though. I may go to pieces again before the week’s out.