To do or die

Christ, only one more day til I get on my train to Hull. That is Hull not Hell. So much for my great training programme where I would get so fit I could easily do 20 miles. I am still staggering to the corner shop and that's without pack. I really haven't walked nearly enough. My absolute top whack is 10 miles. I might walk this afternoon but I might make a birthday cake for the Apprentice and then lie comatose on the sofa. It is Sunday and that's what I like to do on a Sunday. Everyone else goes walking.