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It’s April. I know you know that but it is coming as a shock to me that we are almost a quarter through the year and those New Year’s Resolutions have long been forgotten. Well actually one of them has been re-enacted – I’ve joined a gym. Shocking it’s only taken me a few years of resolutions and now I’m a paid up member of a proper gym (a proper gym has a pool), which I’m really enjoying so far. Though my fitness test was more a torture session – NO PAIN NO GAIN or so they say.

I used to be fit. I did honest. I could touch my palms to the floor without bending my toes. I could swim until I’d swallowed more water than was in the pool in the first place. And I needed a belt to stop my trousers falling down. But being at Uni altered all that. It’s not good to live off Pizza, ready meals and lots of fizzy drinks and failing to do any sort of exercise. The pounds pile on. Lots and lots of pounds.

The pool is the bit that makes it worth going to the gym. It’s my instant reward for a good work out. I can just lose myself in the water and the only thoughts that run through my head involve trying not to drown – nothing else, apart from not banging my head when I run out of pool. Plus this gym has a Jacuzzi and Sauna (not that I can use the sauna as my contact dries out leaving me walking around the changing room with a weird squint) so more relaxation. Next stop the bin bag with all my size 32 clothes.

I’m reading The Queen of Sinister. It’s a bit darker than what I can remember of the last one. And I’m a bit confused as I’ve been thrown into the middle of a story I should remember more about. That’ll teach me for leaving it so long since I read the first one in this series.

I have a new car. It’s lush. It’s more brand-brand new or anything, but it looks good and it is a bit younger than the last one. Plus this one goes beep-beep if you get too close, which I think is neat.

Um, running out of ramble. Next time I’ll say something about writing. Maybe.