Sunday morning and back to my computer for a 'blogfest' after a demanding week - in part self-inflicted by political ambition and the pursuit of pleasure, a dangerous combination.
Thursday - lunch with the Institute of Welsh Affairs in Cardiff to listen to a polished performance from our Cheryl Gillan. Then a quick dash to the Bay to film a discussion about Welsh politics with young Poles outside the Norwegian Church. An interest in the Second World War has given me an enduring respect for the Polish nation. And then the train home for a fundraiser with Shadow cabinet members in Mid Wales - and to collect wife's car for chauffeuring duties the next morning (I'm driving an old banger at the moment). This meant a midnight drive back to Cardiff. Knackered.
Friday - Reception in the Millenium Centre, attended by our shiny new leader, Mr Cameron. And then back to Mid Wales with Shadow Minister, Caroline Spelman. I drew the long straw here. Not only is Caroline great company, but she's a rugby fanatic as well, married to an ex-Saracens prop forward. My ruthless adherence to a timetable enabled a visit to Ysgol Cedewin to discuss desperate shortage of respite care, followed by a visit to Welshpool's Spar supermarket to discuss local sourcing of food, and arrival on the platform as the train back to the Midlands was pulling in. Trip went like clockwork. Even more knackered.
Saturday - back down to Cardiff for the EDF Energy Cup semis (courtesy of the BBC) - which will be the subject of next post, after I've had lunch.