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Date: 18 November 2008 16:48:31
Ooooooooooh, it's like bathing in a vat of fizzy honey, without the bees. Derf, if you're reading this, your LUSH bath bomb was a much needed success today. I mean, what else could I do but relax in a fizzy honey-flavoured bath for an hour this morning (even if my relaxation was somewhat disturbed by a phone call, the arrival of the postman at the door bearing a parcel of storytapes for my son, and a visit from Honorary Auntie M who always comes round when I'm in the bath. I bet she'd turn up on the doorstep if I ot up at 2am to bathe!) My aching muscles certainly wouldn't let me do any of the housework I had planned (sorry, visitor of tomorrow, you'll have to take us as you find us again!)
It was another trip to the torture chamber this morning at the crack of dawn. Well, at the crack of dawn plus a few minutes. I must have subconsciously decided to undermine my plan of going to the gym for my third instruction session as when I came to go out to the car, my car keys had mysteriously disappeared without trace. And I mean without trace. I looked everywhere. (Honest). I sadly phoned up to rearrange, hung up with only the tiniest expression of glee, and what do you reckon. I suddenly remembered where I'd put them. So I had to go, after all.
"Today is your personal training session, so I'd like you to think about how you'd like to spend it. Would you like me to show you how to use some of the other equipment? Try a different routine? Give you some tips on the routine you've got already? Work on one specific part of your body? What would you like me to do with you for the next hour?"
"Hmmm... take me out for a coffee and cakes?"