Exercise. That thing you do, you know, sometimes, to make you feel better. I have to get me some of that…. 8 weeks in Australia, exercising fairly regularly, 2 weeks back in Paris, eating croissants & patisseries fairly regularly. Something’s got to give. I blew up our christmas present from my mum this morning. A swiss ball. I know it’s early, but I already knew what it was, and I’m desperate. Just the exercise of pumping air into the ball has me hot & sweaty. That’s today. Tomorrow I’ll start to use it!