Where’s my ball?

I have started a new regime. I do the bike, and then an eight minute fitness video. Well, that’s what happened today, so it’s not quite a ‘regime’ yet. And I really should build up to make more of an effort in the fitness video front. I am also going to lose weight, and embarked on my new ‘intermittent fasting’ programme. If I don’t take control of my weight I’m going to end up as big as most people I see in crowd scenes on the news. I managed quite well all day, which is quite some going, as I usually visit the kitchen/ fridge/ biscuit box several times of an afternoon.

JR went to the supermarket with strict instructions not to get chocolate, crisps, biscuits etc.

Beatrice came to take Archie out for a big walk, and he needed a bath when he came home. Poor Beatrice - she was an hour late, as she’d had a very traumatic incident in her flat. A (stray) cat had jumped in her bedroom window in the middle of the night, and sat under her bed making crunching noises. This morning she found the body of a mouse, with its head severed off. She rang her landlord, who told her it was her problem… Poor wee soul had to deal with it herself and was still traumatised when she got here.

In the afternoon JR went in to John Lewis to pick up her new glasses. She had a look around the brand new St James Quarter, but none of the eateries are open yet, and she wasn’t interested in the Lego shop.

Tomorrow I might do the fitness video twice…