Bit mor e rubbish,
I have been on a take away splurge of late, as a few unkind remarks about my tremor hit home, and felt like I needed to avoid numpties. Next thing it's bin day and I have had a few days of being a tramp.
My dressing gown appears to be welded onto my skin, I haven' t done the laundry as could not be bothered. I have two choices ,
1. wait till its dark to put the bin out and risk tripping over or worse being lit up in a neighbours headlights.
2. Armed with a can of FEBREEZE , select a few items out the laundry basket and give them a few squirts, before putting them on.
That's when it hit me, no man about the house !! pity party for a few days.
Then you lot, plus Divine R, Jules 77 and Sheffin , taking the time to post, WOW! warm feeling, (this time not the bladder urgency..)
Washing machine on, hair washed and added up the costs of eating take aways, albeit very tasty rubbish. OMG!
The letterbox creaked open and the local ad mag fell to the floor. Well living on your own, this is one of the hi- lights of my week.
I feel this was a "sign" it fell open on Page 4 to 5, GET MOTIVATED, LOSE WEIGHT, GET FIT with a list of personal trainers. I really wanted the tall , lean fighting machine who looked a bit like Keith Urban but decided on a trainer who had a kind face and was female.
So folks its back to the gym for some one to one work, and she will be taking me for a walk as well, core strength etc. posture correction to name but a few. Costly yes, but booking 30 min sessions 2 a week is not so bad, no more takeaways though, Haricots sur pan grille or in English beans on toast.
Back in the game, thank you xxxxxxxx