I didn't go to tap dancing today as I just wasn't in the mood for all that hoofing about, getting it all wrong. So I stayed in bed peforming some PE for my brain - the general knowledge crossword. I wasn't all that brilliant at that either. I then took my fat body for a fat swim where there were lots of thin people. Oh well, maybe I'm a good object lesson to what could happen to them if they don't take lots and lots of exercise. I did feel a bit depressingly large. It will take more than a mere 20 lengths once in a while to shift the excess. Maybe I ought to join aquaerobics. I think they do it three mornings a week. It would be very good for me.
I shall spend the rest of the day lardy arsing it on the sofa with a bit of knitting once I've walked the dog. Mr Smith tends to hog the tv on a Saturday afternoon for endless boring sport. I bet there's a film on the other channel (or 32 other channels). Ooooh goody, Little Women, an absolute favourite. Mr Smith is definitely on dog walking duty.
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