Wow.

Feeling old. Feeling even older when phrases like “where did last year go” fly from my lips, like a fart from an old ladies bottom.

So it’s January.  I’m older, fatter and none the wiser and hence have joined a gym.  Actually, being older and fatter but at least a little bit wiser, I have actually joined a health club.  With a lovely big pool, saunas, steam rooms and best of all, lots of loungers round the pool to read your book on and look as though you’re on an expensive spa day. (Which I have been on, many times, at this very place).

I plan to make it my new best friend.  A shot in the gym, a class, a swim and a read of my book.  Bliss. I can cycle there if I like, but as there is also a new LIDL on the way, chances are I’ll take PET2 and grab some shopping while I’m out.

I’m going to be juicing with Joe on Monday 9th – a five day detox which will hopefully kick start the new me. The current me is happy to potter around, eat what I like, when I like and not really bother too much about it.   The current me is in a longstanding love affair with my superkingsize bed but has a winter lover, a new kid who has me infatuated, needing constant daily contact.  The New Kid is a real fire.

Moving into town last year was decorated with lots of plans to walk into town, hear a couple of bands, say my hellos and goodbyes and wander home.  This has yet to happen.  New kid and I just snuggle up together, I’m mesmerised and don’t want to leave his company.

Lots to do on the to do list today, so I’d best shift carcass and start achieving.

Laters Diary.