Look at this! Look! I am a columnist! Practically a journalist! Columnist for Bridalwave, that sounds good, doesn't it? I am now a bit worried that photo makes me look like I've got a pinhead but never mind. And yes...ahem...the column is recycled from a blog post right here wot I wrote earlier, well spotted. But from next month it will be all brand new exciting stuff about...well, me, basically. Getting married and that. Blimey. Better start doing some exciting wedding things to put in there, fast.
It has been a breathless morning all in all. Straight after the hideous swearing-under-breath school run (thank Gawd it's the weekend tomorrow) I went to the gym-round-the-corner for the first time. I decided I had better start walking the walk or rather panting on the treadmill of this new year's resolution so promptly signed me and h-t-b up as members. Eek! I've gone and booked myself an induction next Wednesday and everything. Keen, eh?
Even keener, when I was purchasing Betty Mark 2 from the charity shop the other day, I picked up Patsy Palmer's Urban Dance Workout for 50p as well (full of bargains, that shop) and did it in the living room just now while the house was empty. Get me, eh. I am knackered now and ready for a lie-down but it's playgroup kicking out time soon so am having a rest in my office instead. I am shockingly unco-ordinated, I hope none of the neighbours caught a glimpse of me puffing my way through box steps and heel digs.
Right. Too tired to type any more. Have a good weekend. zzzzz...
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