Bank Holiday Monday was spent exercising muscles that I did not know I had. Mostly this was through shifting large paving slabs, energetic digging and pulling up tree roots with my bare hands. This called for a bottle of something delicious, and blackcurrant wine fits that description. We drank it to kangaroo steaks, cooked rare. I have never eaten kangaroo before and would be hard pressed to distinguish it from beef. That is not a bad thing. Perhaps it was tougher and required more chewing.
On Tuesday I ached, but took my mind off it by being hugely busy at work. All at once our Headingley development is starting to sell, and that keeps me in a job.