Once again, I awoke to a beautiful morning but was not tempted to join other members of the back up staff on their early morning pre breakfast run.
In truth, I wouldn't have been tempted had it of been a post breakfast run either, but that's beside the point.
After breakfast it was down to the training pitches for the regular preparatory session with Chris Haslam prior to Uwe, Alan Kernighan - who was later to make his First Team debut - Peter Farrell and Simon Royce putting the players through their paces.
Meanwhile Tom Perryman who works alongside Chris did a smaller, less stressful session with a few players who had suffered with blisters.
Head of Medical Neil Greig and Physiotherapist Daryl Martin had already by this time, worked their magic on any player who felt any sort of ache, twinge or ailment.
Thank Goodness they haven't asked me how I feel as the players wouldn't get a look in!
Lunch was then taken and with our first pre-season friendly just hours away the players then had a chance to relax prior to a pre match meal in readiness for the game.
The quiet afternoon programme gave me a chance to venture out and explore this sleepy little spa town in the state of Thuringia.
I was also on the lookout for a chemist to buy some gauze as the medical supplies had been depleted somewhat having treated Jake Bidwell for a number of abrasions on his arm, chest and knee which he incurred on one of the bike rides earlier in the week.
That apart he's fighting fit albeit a little sore.
Anyway off I went to the local supermarket on the off chance that they had medical supplies, but no such luck.
So I ventured further into Bad Blankenburg checking out shop names in case anything resembled that of a chemist and peered nosily through windows in the hope I could spot medical looking items, but all to no avail.
After about 45 minutes of discovering what a very quaint town this is but seemingly devoid of a chemists, I headed back towards base camp.
On the route back I noticed a tourist information bureau in the front entrance of the local theatre and trooped inside.
Now the difficulty with being in Germany is that most, if not all, Germans speak German, whereas I don't.
It also happens that neither she nor I learnt the others native tongue at school, or if I did that was far too long ago to remember.
So once it became obvious that neither of us understood each other there followed what I can only describe as an episode of Jeux Sans Frontieres meets Give Us Clue, totally orchestrated by me.
In trying to get the poor lady to understand I was looking for the local chemist, I feigned a headache swiftly followed by a hand movement implying I was taking tablets, but she shrugged her shoulders suggesting that I should try again, and a bit harder.
So this time I implied I was Jake Bidwell (although it could have been anybody) falling over and then rubbed my knee and put an imaginary plaster on my imaginary injury.
She again looked at me somewhat perplexed and must have thought I was looking for (or escaped from) the local institution.
Finally, so it transpired, I made out I was drinking some medicine (although in hindsight it could have been anything) and held my stomach to suggest it had done the trick.
The lady, who obviously had the patience of a saint, then blurted out "ah, hospital", to which I responded "nein" remembering the one German word I knew.
She then said "doctor" and I gesticulated that she was on the right lines. Then she produced from behind the counter a map of the town and pointed out where there was an Apotheker, the German equivalent of a chemist.
Eureka.
So off I went to the Apotheker, and as I did I swear I saw a reflection in the glass door of the lady behind the counter punching the air either in satisfaction of understanding me or just pleased that I was leaving.
Anyway, you may be interested to know should you ever visit Bad Blankenburg, the Apotheker is tucked away just 100 metres behind the supermarket.
You will also be pleased to know, as I was, that they do sell gauze.
The evening of course saw us win 3-0 in our opening pre-season friendly which has been well documented elsewhere on this site by Mark Chapman.
A thoroughly enjoyable evening aided and abetted by the aroma of bratwurst on the barbecue for the full ninety minutes which we regrettably did not get the opportunity to devour.
So, it was back to base for a late dinner, followed by the tinkling of the spoon on glass.
Yes it was time for Will Grigg to display his prowess on the eve of his 22nd Birthday.
He did so by standing on the chair before launching into his version of R Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly".
The spoon tinkled the glass again and Daniel Muller was invited onto the chair after his dismal failure two days earlier.
With his head precariously close to the ceiling, this time he sung in English, Blue's "Only Words I Know".
They were sufficient; his ordeal was over.
Peter Gilham, Brentford FC Player Liaison Officer