This morning has gone very well indeed. I've been having a few issues the last week with my pulse being about 25% lower than is usual for me, and been stressing a bit that I would end up being incarcerated (admitted to hospital), putting a total spanner on the Jogle works. Thankfully, the nurse at my Cardio Rehab sessions has recommended that I have a 24 hour heart monitor instead (have to wait for a GP appointment to get that ball rolling so won't be anytime soon), and gave me a guideline as to when to leg it for casualty in terms of pulse. If it goes 6-10 bpm lower than the lowest its gone so far, I'm to pack myself off to the ER.
I've now got everything properly loaded on my Garmin in the van (Yippee ... that sometimes fights with me to the point of wanting to fling it out the window) Everything is still going so smoothly that I've made plans to pop in and visit a friend on Friday afternoon on my way to Rugby to pick Nick up.
Rugby ... strange place to be picking Nick up really, but it makes perfect sense. The quickest way to get him out of the London congestion etc is by train, so why not make it a train journey long enough to get away from all the London and surrounds weekend traffic. His train should come into Rugby station, about the same time as he would get home, but, I'll have been driving for about 4 hours when we meet in Rugby. It means we can get to John O'Groats a little earlier on Saturday than we otherwise would be able to.
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