The watch seems to be looking out for my best interests. After yesterday’s two hours in the garden, it seems 16 hours of recovery is recommended. That would mean that I’d be ready for action about lunchtime today.
However, I burned a few matches in Park Hotel last night. I’d be hoping the big brother watch can’t figure out that I enjoyed my usual three Guinness and then a few more, as I celebrated with local athletes.
Now, lest my battery levels dip too low, I’m going to request that hoovering or other home distractions be postponed.
The Three Hairs 