It took exactly 24 hours between returning from my epic walk yesterday to my body beginning to ache all over in an equally epic way.

So I ran myself a bath.  Until 10 days ago the bath had been full of cardboard pacing boxes, which I managed to sell (like many modern flats, this place is seriously over-plumbed.  There's also a cloakroom, and a fully featured shower room).

I had put aside some bath salts  from my time in Hammersmith.  But what else do you do in a bath?  First off, I forgot the soap and had nothing more hi tech to hand.  Too late I remembered the plastic duck, beached useless upstairs.  I should have turned the light out, but couldn't be arsed to get out again.

Then, after some time, my legs and then my whole body began gently to vibrate.  I had forgotten this was meant to happen.  Tension flowed out of me - and ithere it was with me doing very little, the joy of bathing.