Waiting List

After work yesterday I decided to head back to Bend and Snap, sorry Bend and Stretch, in the hope of shedding some pounds. I've been rather indulgent of late and I have the tummy to prove it. Plus there could be some bedroom gymnastics on the cards, what with me dating a model. No, Meryl and I haven't kissed yet but I am sensing a certain closeness as she brushed dandruff from my collar last week and has been leaning in so close I can smell what she's had for lunch. So I skipped along to the class to find I had been ousted. The hippy dippy teacher told me that post Christmas they'd had an influx of new attendees and there was now a waiting list in operation! I put my name down but as there are ten people in front of me it could be a long wait. My good friend, Windy Posh Boy Piers, has just returned from a promotional tour of Eastern Europe and is in the same predicament. He has suggested we try swimming. So tomorrow we're off to the pool. Wish me luck!