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Tuesday, 19 January 2016

The Pilates Instructor’s Balls



L gets the pool to herself this morning, again. I really don’t know how she copes without someone to race.

Back home I catch L in the bedroom running her foot across the Pilates instructor’s balls. We really must get a better name for them. The instructor, the one who doubles as the pub singer at the Navigation pub, has given her this gadget made of dog balls for massaging her ankle. Don’t know if it works or not but the boys keep eyeing it up. No doubt one of them will be bringing it to us to throw before too long.

Dog training tonight but no L, so no pub. I really hope the Masons doesn't go bust at this difficult time of the year without our support. We have been doing our bit but you can't be too careful where Tesco takeovers are concerned.

(Tuesday 19th January)

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