- I’ve joined a gym. Well, I’ve started a seven-day trial at a gym, and went for my welcome session on Thursday. I’m not convinced I’m a gym person, but I need to force myself to go 2-3 times per week to improve my fitness levels and be a bit healthier.
- I’m starting off gradually: I had a half-hour swim followed by the sauna and steam rooms. I’m building up to trying the treadmills and bikes next.
- The school year has now finished and the boys (and L) have started their six weeks of holidays. I’m jealous. However, their vocal demands to be entertained because they’re bored have already begun.
- On Saturday we drove east to Walton-on-the-Naze, joining some local families at the seaside. The boys joined their friends and ran straight to the sea to surf with bodyboards. We played games of beach football, beach cricket and beach rugby, while the younger children built sandcastles. I had an ice cream and allegedly had a snooze lying in the sunshine.
- Unlike Tracy Jacks, I didn’t run around naked and get caught by the police, but I did stand on the seafront eating fish and chips, and undoing my good work at the gym. Walton: recommended.
- To end the week, I went to my first quiz night at the Goat. Our team of 40-somethings came a respectable fourth, although I expected better after a storming 38/40 in the 90s indie music round. Sadly, we did poorly at the country silhouette picture round, although one of the Claude-generated questions had been hallucinated, causing mild outrage.
