I don’t really like to think of myself as obsessive, but there are many elements in my life which lead me to suspect I am. Take for example my mother, saying “you’re totally obsessive”, as I completed the online practice learner’s permit test for the fortieth time today.

I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing - sure, I haven’t read any of the handbook yet, but I know the correct answers to nearly every question they might ask me. I just don’t know why they’re the correct answers. Interestingly, in every question with a cyclist, vehicle a or vehicle b, the cyclist is always viewed as the biggest hazard. Hazard - moi?

Obsession is also a major part of my job - adjusting shoulder blades, breathing, neck tension minutely is a required part of ensuring good technique. Without an obsessive streak, you’d just be some jerk standing there counting reps.

Tonight Ria heads home, after being with us for two weeks. It will be quite odd to be without her, and Mr Dog will miss her especially. Still, since he’s now sleeping inside, I’m sure he’ll cope a little better than if he was out in the cold. And it is soooo cold! After I come home from work tonight, I’m breaking out my hot water bottle. Or maybe I’ll break it out before I go to work.

Today I’m loving: Bach partitas - something I thought I’d never admit!