After my wistful ‘not cycling’ of yesterday, today was even worse. I added another bit of ‘healthy mind, healthy body’ stuff to our discussion of future meetings of clergy. More wistfulness. Maybe we could sing, or do relaxation or be holistic in some way. I began to reminisce about the period when the whole of Northern Ireland seemed obsessed with step aerobics. ‘I don’t do Pilates’ said a voice. And it was over as soon as it had begun.