h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

... well late afternoon really. And I don't make a habit of it.

My dear friend and accomplice in Pilates has returned from a brief visit to the UK, so we had a catch up. One of the best things about living here is the bar culture - more of which I intend to write about in a future journal. But because I feel a bit nebulous today I'll just stick to something a bit less taxing to write about. You wonder about the cloudy feeling? That's because I had a splitting headache yesterday and had taken some paracetamols earlier but it still hadn't lifted by the time I was trying to fall asleep. So, I swallowed two more pills from my bedside drawer and as they were going down my throat I realised they were a different sort of painkiller, for neuropathic pain. And I'd already taken the bedtime dose about 40 mins earlier. It wasn't dangerous, I'd not OD on them, but I decided not to risk paracetamols on top.

I had a fab night's sleep as you can imagine and woke up feeling lovely and cotton woolly.

So, back to a little story about my friend and I doing one of the first Pilates classes, which we take in my house.

It's hot here, and I've managed this year to get a couple of men to fix my glass roof, which is over three metres square and acts as a light well into the downstairs rooms. Now it has a new electric motor, custom made new wheels on the runners and a little switch in the living area so I can slide it back with a finger tip.

Cue to the lesson - the window is wide open and nobody can see into my house - apart from some random neighbour who is fixing something on his roof in the row above mine. (The next row up is literally a level above due to the cliff edge we live on.) So Polly and I are lying on the floor with our attractive teacher, who is saying 'More! More! Push!' and Polly and I are groaning and saying 'No!!' 'It's too hard' And a few expletives. And the teacher is saying 'Yes! Yes! Keep going! Don't stop!'



Suddenly I look up and see this bewildered man who must wonder what the hell he has stumbled across. We all fall about laughing.

huh! and I get a sweat on just opening a letter you fitness freak

Oh to have been a fly on your wall - or a gecko as it were

[Amy P]

More! More!!

I don't know what the answer to that is Lil, I try to live a sensible life. Honest!

Glad you liked it. Thanks for reading.

The man upstairs will start selling tickets if it becomes a regular thing!


lil x

remind he to bring a ladder with me on our next hols! brilliant!

Deb

*ladder* check. *camcorder* check

Yes! Yes! J'arrive j'arrive. As it were.

What? This friend of mine would tell me about this French guy she was with and ... I'm not going on with this.

What I'm trying to say is, nice time to arrive at this particular NaJoPoMo journal. Great laugh, and great writing, Lanzababy, thanks.

cc

I've heard about Pilate's, but have never done it. I make do with an hour of swimming or walking every day.

Sensible choices, paulh. That way you won't be caught on camera in what might be interpreted as - errr - embarrasing situations

I shall follow your example