My life is like a precision time-piece ticking away the seconds one by one through the minutes and hours of the well-ordered days. Regular followers of my little blog, if indeed such persons exist, will now know that Thursday evenings see me struggling with training in the traditional Korean martial art of Tang Soo Do, Derek-style, a battle between dyspraxia and gracefulness, where the former wins.
However, another day of abstinence has been achieved. So, even if you are not moved by my martial arts moves, maybe you could bring yourself to sponsor my Dryathlon venture in aid of Cancer Research UK? A glass of wine would be lovely right now, but I am denying myself this pleasure.