Kender's Pouch

Am on my way home from the gym.
All I did was swim for about forty five minutes.
I'm nicely tired.
It's a longish walk away.
But a lovely one.
Along the canal.
I got to see interesting places on the way and am going a different route home.
May post a pic layer...
SO relaxed right now

I miss you x

*Kibitz

In a Southern accent:
"Baby!"
Upon seeing who's playing Hogg in The Dukes of Hazzard

I walk into the first sports shop.
I want new trainers, swimming cozzy, and sporty trousers.
I found the swimsuits.
They're in foreign.
Size 32?!
I ask a twelve year old shop assistant.
it's a size 12.
I look again.
I find English sizes!
Selection of trainers = shite.
Selection of joggers = shite.
I buy a cheap pair of joggers and two swimming costumes.
I walk ten metres round the corner and enter sports shop number two.
There is a sale.
There are hundreds of trainers.
However...
The models displayed are nowhere to be found.
I look at the models helpfully sat on top of stacks of shoeboxes.
This takes some time.
I choose a pair of trainers.
I then go legging mad.
I also pickup two sporty bra things.
I go to the back of the shop.
And pay.
No hangers are forthcoming.

Best buy: swimsuit A, snug but not uncomfortably so, also has pleasing levels of boob support.
Worst buy: first pair of trousers. They're.... French? For cycling?! On the tight side, not returning as they may actually be wearable once I've lost some weight.

Both sporty bra things aren't perfect, one is too tight the other too loose.
And yes everything I bought was the 'right' size.
Methinks any gym activity will see me wearing swimsuit under t-shirt and leggings B (the most expensive), so I can then pop to the pool afterwards and wear a normal bra home.

Oh, hadn't I mentioned?
The day before I got sacked I payed for a year's gym membership.

The wind resistant mics on Wimbledon...
Quite cute!

Professor Layton and his village full of puzzles has kept me busy since I got home.
Stopped playing only after fi idhing the main plot.
It's half four in the morning.
All I can think about is rescuing very square shaped princesses and whether or not I need to know about how much milk that guy needs measured...
Am subsequently very awake.
Oh and it's hotter than the firery pits of hell.

...think I might need my iPod...

I just got sacked.

I have win the euro lottery!

A whopping five ninety.
Half of which I owe to Adam and Joe if they don't mention Jacko tomorrow.
But I haven't played in months, and I'm already up two ninety!

My Credit Card's limit has been upped!
WTF?!
Can they just do that?
I doanwanna!

Either
he's faked his own death, stolen millions, and had a bit more surgery
or
he's snuffed it.

I have tan lines.
T-shirt shaped tan lines.
My arms are pink, not violently, but a warm glow.
I have sprouted a fresh crop of freckles on the undersides of my
forearms.

A muscle is my cheek will not stop twitching. It's been at it for two
days.

I accidentally slammed the door on a dragonfly, but it buzzed off
without any apparent harm.

Healthy eating win, wii fit fail.

Still watching House.

The weekend is upon me.

Have been quietly lying in the sun...
Dozing...
For some reason this seems to have activated my loins somewhat.
Damnit!

# ooooOOOoooh, my tits are on fire! #

walking from the bus stop to work is not fun in this heat.

Doanwanna get up.
Can't make me.
Specially not to exercise!
*pout*

My onion plant.
She's a year old!
I haven't killed her!
Go June!

I make the best sammiches known to man*

honey roast ham
cucumber
pepper

*according to Kenders

It's been three seconds since my last slice of bread.
Toasted.
With gorgeous Danish blue smothered all over it.
I have more bread at home, but I managed to ration myself to only four slices for lunch.
That's good right?
I mean I can stop any time I like!

Went out to bow to the god of wheat, Hovis, and was wolf whistled by a passing car.
Was wearing a jumper, normal trousers.
*giggle*

I left the roomba chuging away with free reign of the flat.
(Yes, I did call it a good boy when it navigated around things)
Upon my return I was greeted by the little darling in the hall.
It should have been on it's dock.
In the lounge.
Twas rendered immobile by large chunks of my hair in it's whatsits.
Very easily fixable though