And so I'm back in the office. It seems months since I was last here, even though it was only last Friday.
I'm currently staring at a picture of me sitting in the rooftop jacuzzi, grinning like an idiot and raising a glass of fizzy wine.
"Gosh," I thought to myself, "You, sir, are out of shape."
Where once there was muscle tone there is now, well, nothing. Riding the bike isn't going to sort this out; I'm going to have to visit the gym.
Heck.
