A planned early morning roll out with Anna was abandoned thanks to the bloody rain.
I think that we were both secretly quite pleased,still suffering aching limbs from the Saturday ride.
And so I decided to go for a run instead.
Gosh that was slow. I clocked around two minutes slower than the usual time for once around the University route.
I recuperated by falling asleep on a train all the way over to South London.
Once Transpontine bound, I did a brief Lidl run to stock me up for the rest of the week.
I confess that there is little variation to my Lidl diet.
I then cycled off to Urban Art.
I LOVE this event. It seems to get bigger and better each year.
The plan was for a simple hit and run five minute photo shoot. I ended up staying a couple of hours.
I had my walking head on, if not my walking boots. For some strange reason I set off up towards Tulse Hill.
I've not been around this side of town for a few years now. Not much had changed. I think that this is reassuring.
This could all be different in 24 hours time though with Cabinet due to vote on Cressingham Gardens.
I took a few photos around the estate, and then walked back through Brockwell Park.
I'm use to running UP Cressingham hill with the Park Run, rather than walking down. I hadn't really realised how bloody steep it is.
And then I was back by Cold Water Lane, and back where I left the bike.
Ambitious plans for chores around the flat were soon forgotten.
I was knackered.
I spent the remainder of Sunday editing photos instead.