Mrs Paddy Pants

Well I have been tootling about in a really good mood for a good few weeks now, we had some friends over this weekend and went to a really great Christening at a neighbours house on Sunday. Our neighbours are sooo lovely, we have a group of them, we are all of a similar age and have kids, and they are really fun and friendly. So all in all the weekend was great.

Yesterday however, the red mist descended for some reason, it started with my gymn induction. As you know I have joined a gym so I had booked in to get a programme started for me. GOD I HATE THE GYM, I plodded up the stairs, the music was blaring as there was a spin class on.

I very slowly and carefully explained to the toned trainer that " I am VERY unfit, I HATE the gym and please take it easy with me" OK so being faced with a blobby unmotivated 41 year old stroppy cow first thing on a Monday morning probably wasn't likely to "float her boat" but god love her she pressed on regardless.

She apologised for the loud music "it's the spin class, which is a great way to lose weight and get fit" I almost said "so is cutting off a limb but I ain't doing that either". I did a spin class a few years back and I almost needed an ambulance! The guy kept telling us to "turn up the resistance" Bog off sonny my resistance is fine at pensioner level thanks and all that!

So then she writes down "rowing machine" on the programme and I for some reason just flipped I said " NO WAY, I am not using the rowing machine, if you make me do it I am not coming back!"

I am actually not even sure why I said that, I think I was just out of my depth in the whole PE environment and I was just being petulant. The torture continued, she's got me doing all sorts of mad rubbish including some stability exercises with a flippin' great big ball.........only time will tell if I ever make it back ha!

So strop number one was over, then later in the day I noticed that some "eejit" had kindly dented Alan's bonnett (his car, not his Easter one LOL) with a sharp object. Honestly I don't understand what makes people do this, it makes my blood boil. Anyway, it's no big deal.... what's the point in getting het up about it.

Strop 3 of the day was during a phone call. On Thursday night on the way home from school a girl bumped into the back of my car on the mound in the centre of Edinburgh. I jumped out and couldn't see any damage, she was only young and was quite upset, so I took her phone number and car reg then drove off because it was in the middle of rush hour. However, on closer inspection when we got home, Alan noticed the top section of the bumper was dislodged and will need fixing. So I call and leave a message that there was some damage and it will need to be checked by a garage and could they call me back. Her mum rang me back last night and practically accused me of making it up!!!! The cheek of it, I was sooooo mad and once I got off the phone, poor unsuspecting Alan got it in the neck too.........................

Thankfully today, I have stayed away from the gym and hopefully from any further car "incidents" so my mood has improved somewhat!

Looking forward to the "official" launch of the new Stampin' Up! Catalogue on-line tomorrow. If you log on and browse the catalogue I am happy to take orders which can be delivered direct to you, email me for details.