OK, I have been a wee bit active the last few days. Moving, carrying stuff down and up stairs, actually walking to work two days running, more carrying, more stairs.
And I haven’t been eating that much – I may have succumbed to the lure of the sausage rolls once or twice, but I think I’m working that off.
But even so, this morning’s weight was a bit of a surprise. It’s possible the scales are confused, or the altitude is different, or something, but I’ll accept what they’re telling me for now. I’m apparently over two pounds lighter than I was on Monday. In fact, it’s the lowest weight I’ve recorded since late March. But I’m making up for that by having a pizza and a glass of wine tonight, so I should be a bit heavier tomorrow!
 If you heard an odd groaning noise coming from the North East of England, it was my knees. They really aren’t happy at all about all the extra work.
 My temporary location doesn’t have the high-frequency direct to work bus service Losing it HQ does – there are buses available, but I have to walk a bit to get one that goes further than Gateshead. And the fares aren’t as cheap. All of which sounds a bit naff, but it does mean I’ll be encouraged to walk. The walk from here takes about the same time, but it’s from a completely different direction. Photos will follow when I’ve finished getting organised.
 After a good rest, the scales decided to work again