I went to the gym this afternoon, while JR took Archie out for a long walk, Denise couldn’t come for Archie today.

I was pretty pleased with my efforts - not only the cross trainer and the bike, but the core exercises with the equipment. I even got a wee bit hot‘n’bothered, which usually doesn’t happen because the temperature in the gym is freezing COLD. (And also because I don’t really put maximum effort in…)

As I relaxed cooled down on the low bike at the end of my session, listening to my playlist of 103 songs, I kept hearing the same ones, as usual, often twice in a session. But I have to have them on, loud, to drown out the godawful screechy head-banging racket the gym staff seem to prefer. And in that 103 pops up the odd school song… eg today - Davy Crockett (which was fun actually, but is now deleted). My playlist of 1005 songs were stolen by Apple, but remain on my old phone, now belonging to JR.

I then realised that I can get the gym wifi, therefore I can access my Amazon playlists. Though, because I don’t pay for full membership, I couldn’t actually play MY playlist, but they shuffle songs that they think I might like. And I did - Crosby Stills & Nash, Steeleye Span, Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell. It was SO good to have a change, as I’ve been listening to the same 103 (now 102) songs since I got my new phone in May last year and lost my whole collection. (Apart from 103 random ones).

Daveee, Daveee Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier…