Well, today arrived far too soon for my liking.  Yesterday was a veritable hubbub of activity – work, shopping, ironing, dishes & midnight chats with Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits on his return from an 18 hour day.

This morning arrived far quicker than I anticipated – I wasn’t really prepared to haul my carcass out of bed and make myself look presentable for the day ahead.  I didn’t even have a particularly full diary.  But my day turned into such a Tuesday.  There were good meetings and bad meetings, emails were down briefly in the morning and the landlines went down in the afternoon meaning that we had to divert all incoming calls to mobiles.  Nothing too disastrous but nonetheless irritating – although there were amusing interludes when individual ringtones (normally everyone sets their phones to a gentle vibrate) were resonating around the office, mine is set to Paradise City by Guns n Roses.  You can take the girl out of the 1990s but you can’t stop her from channelling her inner rock chick (knee slides optional).

So here I am in the terrible dilemma, settle down with a good solid gin and slim, or hit the gym.  Actually, I know the answer to that one,  it’s time to unleash some pent up frustrations and, following Axl’s example, it’s time to put on the lycra.  Bring it on Slash, give me some riffs.  Take me down to the Paradise City…