I have now started properly on my Phase 4 Cardiac Rehab programme. I have joined a gymnasium (!) and it is all very serious. I have been forbidden to wear jeans on grounds of - can you guess? - Health & Safety (I have been wearing jeans for 50 years without realizing they were so dangerous). So, for the first time in my life, I have been obliged to buy trainers and track trouser-thingies. If you are surprised at this news, imagine how I feel about it. I already sense a creeping slobbiness coming over me. Will I soon start saying things like "Wha'ever" and "See you at mine babes" and listening to Wrap `music` (which seems to be compulsory at the gym') - glad I haven't lost my apostrophes yet. Anyway, they have me working on all manner of diabolical machines that report back on how fast/far you are travelling whilst stationary, how many calories you have lost, and - alarmingly - just how fast your heart rate is at the moment. Worse, I actually seem to be enjoying it. I'll be in great shape when I come back to Turkey in May.