Back to the physiotherapist in the morning. Afterwards, I’m going to – oh dear, now I’m telling you I’ll have to – going to go along to the swimming pool to enquire about – ewch – aquacise classes. Apparently they’re on Tuesday mornings and one evening and they are either shallow or deep water – with the deep water ones it’s more energetic, apparently, and you have to book as the numbers are limited. I can’t tell you how much I dislike the idea – both with being out of my depth and doing anything that smacks of a class. Still, as you know I have an iron will and no end of determination *cough, cough, cough*. No, the fact is that I haven’t been to the pool for ages and I know it will be good for me and I need something in the nature of an appointment to force myself into it. Fortunately, I’m genuinely and unavoidably busy at least 2 Tuesdays of every month. 3 in March.
Now, it’s 10.55pm. I’m going to start doing the report I’ve been putting off for the last 3 weeks, read the papers or go to bed. At this moment, I’m genuinely unsure which I’m going to do. What do you think?