Right, so I haven’t been to the gym for ages. Months even. But I’m booked in with the lovely Gordy next week for a session on Wednesday at 2pm. Hopefully he and I will be able to shake off some of the excess blubber that has appeared since last I was there. Certainly, I need to move some of it from off my waist and tummy elsewhere.
Although it was not in the gym, today I have been moving and sorting stuff both in the bedroom and the study. I’m thoroughly tired out, but that might also have something to do with the anti-depressant Vensir that I am taking in accordance with the prescription handed to me by my GP.
Don’t know what we are going to have for tea this evening, I suspect that I may be on bacon and eggs again… not fried tonight I hope, however tasty that is. Andrew seems to have a Pukka Pie in the refrigerator so he will be okay, mashed potato may well be required to be bought from our local supermarket, the walk to which will have me going past the gym… oh dear!