So, I am meant to be at yoga/pilates right now. I am instead here in my PJs, warm and comfortable, and having the only night in until next week.
The weather is terrible and so is my stomach. At least I get a morning in tomorrow.
Tomorrow evening, I will be (hopefully!) attending the harvest flower class. I am determined to make it.
Wednesday sees my evening... interrupted... A trip to the pub has now been arranged, with a young chap who got hit by a car years ago and is slightly handicapped, and our mutual friend (and wingman/taxi driver). Could be interesting, but the young'un has been asking me out for ages (had to stress only as friends), but I doubt he realises just how little we have in common. I will be chatting to the wingman though, he's easy to talk to.
