The story ideas are slowly glooping up from the depths of the unconscious, like porridge just coming up to the boil. Still no more scenes for the brand new novel, so I haven't started writing that yet. But I do have a complete short story idea, so I think I'll try writing that and see where it takes me. The idea has been hanging around for a few days now, but I woke up this morning knowing the ending. Without that, I didn't want to start it. I have enough unfinished stories already.
In addition to the bit of writing and baking a loaf of bread I progressed the decluttering of the conservatory, did a load of washing and went for a 1 mile run. Managed to run all the way out without stopping, then after a moment to catch my breath, ran all the way back again. Though I can't run anywhere near as fast as I could in my youth, I can now run further. I never managed a mile when I was still at school. The difference seems to be that I have learned to pace myself. :)
 OK, I use the bread machine, but it still feels strangely satisfying somehow. :)