Blimey O'Reilly! Its nearly 2 weeks since I last wrote anything on here! How dull!! Although I note that for my last post I got my first 'yawn' review ... so I suppose I am heading in that direction. I thought to halt the trail of dullness I might write a review on Fifty Shades of Grey - the current hot topic amongst local housewives. But, to be honest, having read it and discussed it at my Book Group, I really cannot be bothered to go into it on here. Suffice to say that it is the worst load of drivel I have read in a long time.
I just wish that I had had the superbly lucrative idea myself. Well done to the author who is cashing in on the desperate housewives of suburbia's hungry libidos. Talk about Mills and Boon revamped for the 21st Century. Or should I just say Mills and Boon on speed ...
Anyway, other than lying about stewing in my own unfulfilled intentions to go to the gym, I have been up to precisely nothing recently. The grey drizzle of an English summer has sapped me of all desire to do anything other than eat, drink and lie about like a beached and rather blubbery whale. I did go to a half hour personal training session which left me unable to either walk or indeed lift my arms above elbow height ... It all seemed rather innocuous until the morning after ...
I have come to the conclusion that exercise can be decidedly dangerous for my ever increasingly unfit body. Still, any moment now I plan to launch into a highly enthusiastic routine aimed at preparing my sagging body for an upcoming holiday in Turkey and then a skiing holiday in Italy. I have to slim down and tone up as the last trip I went on was nearly my last. It was like watching an asthmatic walrus skiing rather than what I had hoped for - lithe, elegant and sylph-like. I am headed on a course of self destruction through an excess of hummus, pitta bread and Merlot... although, to be honest, its probably less of the pitta and more of the ... well, wine really ... and chips.
I just wish that I had had the superbly lucrative idea myself. Well done to the author who is cashing in on the desperate housewives of suburbia's hungry libidos. Talk about Mills and Boon revamped for the 21st Century. Or should I just say Mills and Boon on speed ...
Anyway, other than lying about stewing in my own unfulfilled intentions to go to the gym, I have been up to precisely nothing recently. The grey drizzle of an English summer has sapped me of all desire to do anything other than eat, drink and lie about like a beached and rather blubbery whale. I did go to a half hour personal training session which left me unable to either walk or indeed lift my arms above elbow height ... It all seemed rather innocuous until the morning after ...
I have come to the conclusion that exercise can be decidedly dangerous for my ever increasingly unfit body. Still, any moment now I plan to launch into a highly enthusiastic routine aimed at preparing my sagging body for an upcoming holiday in Turkey and then a skiing holiday in Italy. I have to slim down and tone up as the last trip I went on was nearly my last. It was like watching an asthmatic walrus skiing rather than what I had hoped for - lithe, elegant and sylph-like. I am headed on a course of self destruction through an excess of hummus, pitta bread and Merlot... although, to be honest, its probably less of the pitta and more of the ... well, wine really ... and chips.
