My body needs a better diary (or else has far too good a one)

It is the first day of three weeks of leave for me. Time to sort stuff out around the house, go places and generally do things.

I have of course therefore spent the day in bed with a nasty bout of lower back pain. Why does my body only ever misbehave when I've got time off?

On the plus side, I've made some headway with my latest heroic attempt to actually read The Baroque Cycle. Perhaps having Radio 3 play continuous Bach is helping keep me in the mood.

That's enough sitting up for now.