Klutz
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♥Jan. 23rd, 2015 // 03:00 pm♥
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I've been a bit of a klutz, lately. In the last week, I've bashed one elbow cleaning the fish tank (spectacular bruise) and the other one on a bolt sticking out of the tack room door (whilst moving sacks of bedding). This afternoon, I got the sticky-out bit of my ankle on the dishwasher door while I was emptying it. Ouch. Enough now.
Fortunately, none of those was likely to cause me any problems at Pilates this morning. Unfortunately, Pilates this morning was boooooring. She seems to be determined not to let me do anything other than stretches; if I happen to be there when no one else is, I'll speak to her about it, but I think I'm just going to use up the sessions I've paid for and then stop. I think the problem is that it's got to the stage where everyone who goes to her session was there because they have something broken, except for me. Then my shoulder was bad, so now I'm broken too (even though it's absolutely fine now - I do keep an eye on it!) and thus must do granny exercises, which is not what I do Pilates for. (Whether or not I am just very slow to realise this is an open question: it might explain why the non-broken people have drifted away since she took over the class, although it may just be that the old instructor is teaching somewhere else now and they've followed her!)
This afternoon in the woods, Mike asked what that red stuff on Jo's face was. I had a look and realised it was blood: I carefully wiped it all off, and determined that it wasn't coming out of Jodie, which was a small mystery. Which was solved shortly after when I realised that my hands now stank of badger.... Washed the blood off in a puddle, and dried them on my jods (needed washing anyway) but had to do the rest of the walk without putting my hands into my pockets to avoid contaminating my coat. (I guess she was sniffing in a hole that an injured badger had gone through.)
Saudi royal succession? Boggle. |
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