Hullaballoo

It was with some surprise that Bobo and I found ourselves at the gym at 7am this morning. Only a couple of months back, Friday mornings would have been spent cavorting, snoozing and twizzling around at home eating extravagant glazed pastries.

After a few lengths, I really got into the swimming. Bobo finished his swimming stint much quicker than me and sat at the side reading about the unconscious in the hope of other punters being impressed at his lofty reading matter. Of course, I teased him mercilessly, for that is my role.

Afterwords, we made up cool games to make the jacuzzi more fun. Bobo made the bubbles into clouds and mountains and relished watching his feet float past. After everyone left, I floated around in the foetal position, pretending to be an astronout on an important mission.

The trip out was finished off with the eating the biggest bacon rolls ever invented. They had at least 6 slices of bacon and spiled out with various sauces. Of course, I was almost late for work and cycled at such break neck speed that my face turned beetroot. I thought about apologising to my clients about my redness, then found an emergency tub of Nivea cream to stem the glow. I thought back to how badly it had gone when I apologised to a client for having a magenta neck after wearing my boa to walk to work. There are some things clients just don't want to know about their therapists.