Guess what I'm doing on Sunday? And have I been training, or even broken into one teeny tiny jog? Nope. Nothing changes there then.
Most of the girls I work with have been going to Boot Camp on the Esplanade (it runs along St Aubins beach). Apparently people can pay to go up to 4 evenings a week for the next ten weeks. I have a sneaking suspicion that the turnout could be so high because apparently the guys who are running it are Army & Navy blokes, and 'really fit'. That said, it still hasn't given me the impetus to get my trainers on and join in. Now, maybe if they offered chocolate to everyone, I could possibly be enticed to go, then again, that would defeat the object.
My book package arrived at 6.25pm on Tuesday! I was dozing off in the sun, in a bikini (poor deliver man) when I heard a van approaching, and it was my books. Mind you, he did call me 'young lady', but by then I'd tied a sarong around me so I probably looked like I was wearing one of my granny's curtains, so he could have been trying to be kind.