I went back to the gym this morning, feeling all tense and braced for a ruck. I was half-thinking of cancelling but forced myself to go.
I asked the manager for a word and told him what had happened and how it had made me feel. He was great. He said all the right things and promised he'd have a word with the prat. He actually wants me and the prat to have a conversation about it but I said I'd feel too embarrassed. And I did tell the prat how I was feeling at the time. I don't think there's any point, to be honest.
ANYWAY. Then the lovely manager showed me all the machines and how to work them and we actually *gasp* had a laugh. Yes - me- having a laugh - at the gym. There's a collection of words I never thought I'd use. I really *gasp* enjoyed it. So the bad feelings of Wednesday are just water under the bridge now. I am MOVING ON.
Feel really chuffed with myself as I've just sent off my new children's series proposal to my new agent. Hoorah! It's gone. I haven't got to the worrying-it's-crap stage yet, I'm still on a high for getting it done and emailed. One more deadline to meet on Tuesday and then it's back to the novel.
This is a bit of a dull blog today, sorry about that. But you can always have a look at this on Trashionista instead if you like?
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