Ian had his first go at the gym today. Got up at six, back by about 7:30, wincing and rubbing shoulders. Was horrified to find that 10 minutes on the treadmill apparently only burns 100 calories. Actually I thought he did rather well – I set the same target the other day on the cycle machine and it took 17 minutes. Quickest way to get thin is definitely to eat less. Unfortunately this doesn’t mean the weight’ll come off in the right places – usually exactly the opposite. That’s why Satan gave us gyms. Officially sponsored by the Spanish Inquisition.
Can barely remember what we did at the weekend. There was some village fete involved down in Merewether, and we eloped with a trio of sausage sandwiches down to the beach. Weather breezy but warming. Sand undiminished. Lunatics in bikinis here and there.
Talking of which, on Sunday Ian had to do a little more prep for his lectures so I took the Littles out of the way to what I assumed was an indoor pool. Not in the least, as outdoor as you like. Blimey. Apparently the water was 22 degrees but I refused to go in. Lara did, and seemed to enjoy herself but it did take a good ten minutes for her to stop shaking afterwards. I hope there are some indoor pools on the list of ones we can go to with our new ‘fitness passport’, but I’m beginning to have my doubts.
On Saturday Lara was invited over to Lillian’s place. We jumped at the chance and dumped her there while we drove off to get the spare mattress from the lock-up. This is the one that we kept RIGHT at the back because we reckoned we wouldn’t be using it… The storage unit is 3m long and filled from top to bottom with Stuff: you have to shuffle sideways to get through. All of it had to come out, and then go back in again, but it was great not to have Lara running round the place ‘being useful’ and alternately putting herself right under the heaviest boxes or running out in front of unsuspecting passing vehicles.
Dear me, we are causing problems even before we arrive, you can imagine what it will be like when we are actually there. Just turf us out when you have had enough, I am afraid that is the only way that you can make Whaley understand that we are surplus to requirements.
ReplyDeleteWent to a clinic this morning for a tetanus vaccination, the waiting room was full of very small weenies at various stages between waiting or having just been done for their first inoculation which seemed to have affected their tummies considerably.
We are now expecting our arms to turn into hard, sore sausages.
Is the Non still making us 'presents' or is she too frozen to move her fingers after her open air swim? anyway that should have frozen the nits as well if there were any left.
Spoke to the Camel last night who was very impressed with how the Poppet dealt with house agent.
See you any moment now.
W