I have finally stopped tottering along like Mrs Overall...I did a class called Metafit on Saturday morning  which consisted mainly of lots of 'burpees' and 'sumo jumps' and ever since my bum has been in agony and I've been walking around like an arthritic old lady. It seems like I won't be able to make the class this week as Hubby & Son are going to a regatta at the sailing club, so I won't be able to get to the gym. Shame, I shall have to stay home and eat cake instead.
Today I have been terribly productive. I have applied for jobseekers allowance (doubt I'll be entitled to anything, but worth a try), and made two speculative enquiries about TESOL jobs and done mounds of washing. (Yes, I know, I still have to clean the bathroom...maybe that's why I've been so productive, anything to get me out of setting to work with the toilet brush and glass cleaner...). We've also had a thrilling trip to the thrift shop, which was busier than Tesco's on a Saturday morning, and exchanged our profits for yet more tat. Twin 2 has yet another tiara (Hubby mentioned that at some point she'll have to abandon her delusions of royalty, but I have Prince Harry in mind for her - he'll have calmed down in ten years or so, and be ripe for a tiara-obsessed bride with an unhealthy passion for bubblegum pink), Twin 1 has two spangly-covered books, Son has a logic puzzle and I have a throw to cover the decrepit old futon. Ah the joys of budget retail therapy!