Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh

Mr Perkins was glad to have his daybed mammy back.

My boxing gloves for Fight Klub (see extra) arrived this afternoon, a day early. I need to break them in (ie mould them to the shape of my hands), but I have nothing to punch. I’ll just have to be patient and wait for the next class.

I’m incredibly sleepy after that crazy weekend, but it’s Pilates this evening. I’ll do my best, but my best won’t be very good. I’m hoping it’ll loosen up all the aching muscles used for waving my hands in the air like I just don’t care.