Being stretched ...

Another fairly unprepossessing day was redeemed by the Pilates class, which is my only photo for today - not, you understand, the class in action, but the moments after we'd all piled in from the stair outside and were laying out our mats. The studio is in the back room of the tearoom my mother used to like to go for elevenses when I had a toddler with me - or abandoned at Toddler Group, which left us free for an hour or so. I shall always remember how taken he was with the very noisy old-fashioned hot-air hand drier ...

Anyway, the class was full and extremely vigorous, with several new moves that stretched bits I didn't  know I had. As I was already stiff from carrying the box with the camel in it yesterday (you'd better look if you haven't) it was touch and go whether my back would bend at all, but after half an hour of concentrated exercise it seemed ok... Fingers crossed. I felt I could barely make it up the hill to the house afterwards, but urged myself onward with the anticipation  of coffee and heat.

After that there was a binge of Italian - I've been doing a minimal amount for the last few days - until Himself came home. The rest of the day was spent catching up on small annoying tasks -I  cancelled a hospital outpatients appointment which I can't make, a task  made more annoying by the length of the queue when I found myself ninth on the call list when I'd been hanging on for ages - I gave up and emailed the office. We returned some redundant medicine to the pharmacy for disposal. We bought bread flour and various healthy stuff at the Eco shop. (By now it was raining dismally.) We marched along to the laundry to have a pair of Himself's breeks dry-cleaned, and back via the Observer shop for a couple of sharpies. 

And now we're home, and it's almost dark (5.30pm) and I'm wondering if we'll just have dinner kinda early for us... Rather in the manner in which this blip is kinda early? Will it mean I get to bed earlier? 

Will it?