I am spending most of today idling.

Normally I arrive at a nice hotel near the international airport in Mumbai the night before an early start to catch the 10 o’ clock flight to Dubai but I have tired of spending the day on a plane so have decided to revert to coming back overnight. I’m not sure this is going to work out particularly well but there’s nothing I can do about flight scheduling.

I’d planned to get up early to use this hotel’s beautifully equipped and ultra-modern gym but due to a packing failure I have not brought the correct undergarments with me. I suspect that this was a subconscious self-sabotage. I feel guilty now, despite knowing perfectly well that I would probably not have spent long in the gym anyway. Having had an unpleasant surprise after getting on the scales this morning for the first time in a couple of months has doubled my guilt. It’s back on the 5:2 for me next week.

So instead of the gym I shall catch up on my blogging and do some knitting. I have become one of those loathsome people who can’t just relax and do nothing without fretting about it. Publicly.