My arms are still aching today. I'm not sure whether it was from playing the Nintendo Wii at the weekend, or whether it was from carrying the bag of gravel from the shop to the car.

I was on the platform at New Street station, standing next to my train waiting for the doors to open. Some people walked past with bin bags tied around their legs as makeshift waterproof leggings. All I can assume is that they were on their way home from the mudbath which was this years Glastonbury Festival.