I didn't go out last night, but even I could tell something hadn't quite gone well - there was a bike on the grass outside my window this morning, as far as I can see, nobody's claimed it. I wanted a ride, but the saddle was ridiculously high.

Otherwise, it's been two days, 6000 words. I managed to reach the five O'clock deadline with less than one minute to spare; it was close - too close for comfort.

The weekend starts tomorrow, goodness knows I need the break after all that frantic typing...