My new trainers are waiting for me at work when I get in today. I shall try them out this weekend. We also have my masseur over again tonight, making last minute preparations to my calves for next weekend.
While on my way home my phone beeps. ‘boobs sorted’. It’s not often you get a text like that. L’s been to get measured. I did offer but I don’t think she thinks I’m professional enough.
My masseur follows me in as I cycle home. Clearly he’s keen to get started.
(Friday 6th October)