Its quite sad that I’m a little sad. I just left my car at the garage around the corner from work. I feel sad because if it costs more than £300 for the MOT I’ll have to scrap it and get another one. Meh. Silly how you become attached to inaminate objects heh.
Monday we are going to Whitby and I can’t wait. I dont care that its forecasted to be freezing cold, its just going to be nice to be 100’s of miles away from everyone and spend some time with J and Molly. I dont think we will be paddling in the sea just yet though. Although shopping and walking about dressed in lots of jumpers should be good. Plus it will be good exercise, something I badly need at the moment!
On the subject of exercise, I’ve done very little since we moved house. That was like six months ago. This doesnt bode well for my tummy. Every time I’ve worked myself up into training I manage to talk myself out of it. Actually the cold air does. Waking up at 7am with a ‘go go go’ attitude only to feel a cold breeze once my leg touches the bedroom floor seems to be the fundemental problem. Straight back to sleep. Then I manage to feel guilty for the whole day.
I’ll hopefully get into the pattern again soon enough. I suppose it is a good sign as it means I’m content.
Just realised I’ve demanded we have pizza tonight.
That can’t help matters heh.