Well, back to boot camp - but no Ruby! She's on holiday until next Thursday, but a hardy group of six of us turned up for the outdoor circuits and boy did it rain. Ruby's deputy left us to our own devices, pleading incipient illness and a reluctance to brave the weather. What a wus. We accepted responsibility for our own safety, such is the nanny state we live in. Dear God, how do these pathetic bureaucrats think we have managed to stay alive for as long as we have doing these outrageous things. Exercise in the rain ('you may get wet' you may catch a cold' you might slip off the apparatus')? Play the piano ('the lid may fall on your fingers'), make a cup of tea without assistance ('has that kettle had a PAT test?'). This is all down to lawyers, the bastards, people are utterly terrified of being sued for doing things that any relatively intelligent 5 year old could do. And the politicians (mainly of lawyer type upbringing) concur with this idiocy. Shoot the lot of them. Oh no, you can't, can you? A gun might kill someone.....but don't let policemen shoot someone who's running around on the street with a gun, it is against his human rights. Pah. Bah. Ballocks.
The rain didn't do us any harm, we completed our circuits in record time and I returned to my car with dripping wet trousers and knickers which were a tad uncomfortable to drive in but the heater was on and I stripped and had a hot shower as soon as I got it. Job done.
Had our usual circuit training with Stacy on Monday - gentle and calming, not at all like Ruby who would probably use a cattleprod on us if she could be bothered.... Come back soon, Ruby.
Severe lack of money due to over eating, over drinking, over spending. Have read inspirational article about couple who have managed to cut their food expenditure to something like £30 per week by using lots of fresh fruit and vegetables from small shops - sounds like my youth. How often did I go to the greengrocer fondly named 'Thiefy Gibbons' by my dear old ma? Or to Mr Booth's grocery store for 'four slices of boiled ham and tell him not to be skinny with them'. Or to the local pie shop for sizzling hot peppery meat pies and a Devon split? Happy happy days - little money but lots of love and food with real taste.
Back to art class this week. Lovely to see familiar faces though not all class returned yet. Other art class restarts next week and I have committed myself to trying out a portrait class, at least for one term.. Must be mad.
Need to organise some sketching trips and a workshop for our little art club, too or the native will be getting restless.
Beloved Daughter off to Barcelona next week for three or four days so committed to ensuring her cats are not hungry, lonely or in distress. Quite happy to do that but buggered if I can sort out the automatic timer doody which dispenses food to them. Would rather treat them to a tin or two of tuna. It seemed to work well last time....
My cats fine. Twinkle has recovered dramatically from her cellulitis and tablets no trouble to administer in a salmon paste sandwich....
Beloved Husband the same as ever, as is Mad Best Friend who has recovered from her joint to USA and her infection.
Christmas is lovely and to be savoured but there is something to be said for getting back into the routine and paring the everyday menu back to the usual simple meals, etc. But not the booze....
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