Migraine has gone. Headache has mostly gone. this is all very good, because tomorrow is bike-time.
John will clamber on my bike behind me, he will be taken somewhere for breakfast. He will then be chauffered to our destination, which, I hope will be nice and muddy.
There, we will meet the guides and other people, get given our safety gear, and meet our bikes for the day.
From then on, it's us, the bikes and the Great British Countryside.
In my mind, it'll go something like this:
It will, however, almost certainly go more like this:
To be honest, if I'm not covered head-to-toe in mud, and haven't fallen off at least three times, I won't feel like I've made the most of the day.
Although I will try to have a bit more sense than I used to, and will aim to end the day in one piece.
I'm really hoping it will a. Give John loads of experience of both riding in dodgy conditions and falling off bikes in the safest way possible. Plus, obviously, pretty much the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
Sherlock's still on a bit of a roller-coaster, mood-wise. I hope he can cope with us being away for most of tomorrow, and Mrs Hudson taking care of him. I know he thinks it's unfair that we're going off for fun while he's at school.