The Modern Equivalent

It’s Monday, which means the car and shopping where the avocados remain steady at four. There is an obscure request for a feather duster, if these things still exist, or whatever the modern equivalent is. Actually the modern equivalent seems to be called a feather brush which doesn’t actually seem very modern at all.

After work L does Kettlebells and I swim, where naturally it is packed. My flip-turning back-stroker is in again as is flipper man but somehow I batter my way through 50 lengths.

(Monday 22^nd February)

Aphrodisiac

It’s car day, shopping day and swim day.

On the shopping front, the number of avocados is up again and now stands at four. I think she’s addicted to them. On the upside they are supposed to be an aphrodisiac, so winners all round really.

After work I head to the pool for a quick splash although I pop into the gym first to check out the talent. L is in there doing her warm up before heading off to sling some kettles around.

This kettle bell class sounds like it will be good practice for ball chucking.

(Monday 15^th February)

Testosterone

Due to the car repairs yesterday, today becomes shopping day. The shopping list arrives and avocados are now up to a quantity of three, they keep you young apparently. I hope she's not pregnant.

With Imogen still seemingly well pissed off, I head off to the gym for a session on the Watt Bikes. There’s almost as much testosterone bouncing off the walls in the gym as there is on the track and three of the six people on the Watt Bikes are female.

I do my session and then crawl home.

(Tuesday 9^th February)