I went to Aqua Zumba, as one does - lots of prancing about in the water in front of a beautiful little ballet dancer lady. "Come to my Zumba studio dance class on Friday" she says. And before I knew what I was doing I was asking time, place and dress code. I then met a lady in the changing room who warned me of the horrors the Zumba studio dance class. Apparently, not only is it impossible, it is also knackering and soul destroying as you flail about hopelessly unable to keep up even a bit. Oh God, here we go. Also it is at an impossibly early hour. I need to buy some suitable shoes as my MBTs are just too clodhopping for dancing.
By the way Mr Smith wasn't very pleased with me about Sainsbury's (see yesterday) but then he's never very pleased with me about anything much. Must try harder. He wants to go away for the weekend ... goodbye, have a nice time; it looks like rain.
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