I was going to clean our coffee table but it is so covered in publications you can't see the dust so there's not much point. I keep the very big Times Atlas of the World close to hand (somewhat out of date what with Russia and the Balkans changing things around a bit) in case Mr Smith should decide to take me on holiday somewhere more adventurous than East Wittering. It's also useful for cheating at the crossword puzzle. I also like to have a few arty magazines strewn about to cover up Hello and OK and anything golfy. Then there a few gardening mags to make me think about venturing outside. There are also a load of stupid catalogues for things we don't want, one of which I have just noticed from Boden entitled "Life's full of little surprises" the main one of which being I am too fat to fit into any of their clothes. My friend, Mad Carina, buys endless magazines on decluttering which then clutter up her flat and my parents have Country Life so they can see whose houses are worth burgling.
Today I went to Aqua Zumba which is much the same sort of thing as aqua aerobics with more exotic moves and fatter ladies; think belly dancing whales. I liked it more than Monday's class and will definitely go again even though it was at the gruesome hour of 9am. OOh I am such a little keep fittist these days.
Wednesday is the new Tuesday; football night is tonight not last night. I am going to start my new painting. Well you don't expect me to watch Mr Smith and the Apprentice watching football do you?
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