August is a dull month, but it's nearly over now anyway. So, what we have left unwritten-about:

• As of mid-July on the strength of a couple of bike commutes, I decided my shoulder was OK for cycling, and so did the FNRttC Brighton run and then the Dun Run on adjacent days. Shoulder did indeed hold up, wrist (sometimes still a bit funny at certain angles after March's stack on it) more or less held up but my kneecaps were screaming by the end of the second ride. As was my arse. I think my saddle is the right shape and everything (it's the area under the sitbones protesting, not the soft bits), it's just (a) not as padded as the other, (b) attached to an Alu frame, so generally not as smooth a ride as my commuter bike

• After the second of these, I was inspecting the dent-might-be-a-crease in the top tube of said bike, and noticed it was an actual crack. "Bother", says I, and starts browsing for a new frame. After finding and ordering a bargain Giant alu/carbon composite frame (may be a bit more vertically pliant than current steed) at JE James, picking at the paint around the crack with my fingernail reveals that the metal is sound and only the paint has cracked. Doh. So, I have a slighty foxed but probably sound spare frame

• Or at least, I would have if it were actually spare, but as the Royal Mail have so far failed abysmally and utterly to send me the new one yet (their second attempt, after having returned it to the sender once already, was supposed to arrive on Friday).

• In the meantime, I rode the old one again on another FNRttC and a short loop around Surrey this morning, and it doesn't seem to have fallen apart yet.

• Skating - done a little of that too, though all at a fairly relaxed pace so far. Was marshalling the Sunday Stroll to Hampstead yesterday and had absolutely no enthusiasm for trying at all hard. On the other hand that might just be not having eaten beforehand. This morning I'd had a good half litre of energy juice (hangover cure) before leaving home and whether for that or whatever reason, was attacking hills with a bit more vim and vigour.

• Officially discharged from the fracture clinic in late July (actually, the Wednesday morning after the Dunwich weekend) with advice to - actually I can't remember any advice to speak of. Having forgotten to return the form they sent two weeks later to register for physio, I am approaching the rehabilitation of my shoulder in my own idiosyncratic way, basically by (a) using it for all the things I'd usually do with it unless they hurt badly, (b) press-ups. Of which I can do a shamefully poor number currently - this was quite likely the case even before dislocating the clavicle - but that number is getting better each day.