Oh I really must get myself into a routine. I overslept today and woke at 9am! Yikes, Yoga started at 9.30 in East Dean. A mad dash around and I spent most of it playing with Rogie, as I felt guilty that I was leaving him so soon after getting up. Yoga was well worth it though. Very hard and hips and thighs are so sore, but if I keep this up doing a little at nine every day, it surely must help.
Haircut at 12.30 – I’ve left it a bit longer this time as maybe it makes my face look a bit softer and less scraggy. Another trip to the charity shops and then home. I spent ages trying to sort my Apple ID out – aaargghh I rue the day I said I wanted a Mac.
Between the downpours I take Rog up to the racecourse area and he simply loves his walk, skips along – well maybe trundles, but he seemed invigorated!
I’ve looked forward to having a long stretch without interruption, but all this means is that I have more time to think and that may not be so good.