Later, post-training

It's odd how I feel - I seem to have these patches of 'ok', then I'm flat as a pancake. I mean flat. Go back to bed flat. Do nothing flat. Re-read the books in my bookshelf flat. The books I've read many, many times. A paradox, my friend calls me.

I make preserves, jams, syrups (lemonade syrup, it's divine - star anise and ginger), most of our breads and biscuits (though I *do* cheat when yum ones are on special), sauces and food from scratch. So. I also take myself to bed on the days that I just know I'm going to give some idiot a right ding around the ear. Though, to be fair, the times I feel like that are diminishing, the more I practise my karate.

Amazing