Nude

Pilates

Sunday’s jaunt left me aching and exhausted yesterday morning. Nevertheless, I had to go to Pilates in the evening.

I was hoping it would be a nice class, where we’d do lots of leg stretches, but it was not. It was an evil class with evil core work.

The biggest problem is that the leisure centre merged the beginners’ class with the more experienced class.

Having a mixed class means that the instructor has to work out a routine that gives everyone a suitable challenge. It also means that she spends a lot of time making sure the beginners are doing it right.

Having the instructor focus on the beginners means that the rest of us are left doing a million reps of the one exercise, which is really hard after a while, especially when it’s whatever variation of the evil Pilates bicycle she’s making us do at the time.

At least at the end, we got what would have been a nice pigeon stretch if some wisecracker hadn’t asked why it’s called pigeon; we ended up doing one side more than the other while the instructor tried to justify it. Very unsatisfactory.

Still, I wasn’t aching so much this morning, so that’s something.

Writing

Today, I pottered about, then decided to go to my café this afternoon. I decided against taking my laptop because of its distracting properties; I forgot to take a pen, of course.

One trip to the pen shop, where I didn’t buy yet another black Bic biro, later, and I was ensconced at a table with Moroccan gunpowder tea and a slice of pecan and caramel brownie.

I wrote and wrote, discovering plot holes and anachronisms that I will sort out in a later draft, until the small children came in with their chatter and their clatter. That seemed like a good time to leave.

Shopping

I popped into Sainsbury’s on the way home to stock up on vegan versions of Mars bars, Marathons Snickers and Crunchies.

I might have bought some vegan makeup that I probably won’t wear very often, but at least no bunnies or other animals were tortured for these products to sit unused in my house.

I saw a nude eyeliner. I bought it for two reasons:
1. I was intrigued by it
2. I am rubbish at putting on eyeliner; I’m thinking that won’t matter so much if you can’t see it ;)
Of course, it might be lip liner.

Mr Perkins

Mr Perkins has been wailing and wailing and wailing since I got back. He wants his daddy, but his daddy is very busy. I tried to distract Mr Perkins with the windowsill, but he resisted, preferring to knock his water glass all over the floor. That did not stop him wailing some more.

He has finally stopped wailing after I encouraged him for the four thousandth time to eat something. Now I daren’t go near him in case he wakes up and starts wailing all over again.