Off To The Gym

Okay, I have farted around long enough this morning, I'm off to the gym. I have been going to go since 8.30am. Ah? Nyr? Not bad. The sun is shining, it is a lovely day, not that I am going to see any of that from inside the gym.

Sam has joined me up to Spotify, so I guess I will give that a go.

I have a sore on my foot, which is like I have something in it, like a splinter, or it is an infected bubble, like a pipmp I need to pop. I haven't been able to get it to do any thing like that, so I will just have to ignore it. But, it is sore, so I am just going to have to ignore that. I wish I'd thought of it when I was at the doctor the other day. Grrr!

The only sympathy I get from Sam is the sentence, "Put some tea tree oil on it."

Oh well. Such is life.

Later…

There was a guy in the gym who stank so badly of BO that it made me feel physically ill to be near him. And he seemed to be following me around on the machines. Not that that really mattered so much considering he stank the whole gym out with his BO.

Sam said, "You should have told him to go and have a shower, the gym provides showers after all." 

Yeah, as if. 

It is one of Sam's number one pet hates, BO. It sends him nuts.

Now I am going to eat fried rice.