Infamy, infamy...

(altogether now) they've all got it infamy...

After a weekend of rather hedonistic overeating and socialising, I was so ready for some exercise this morning. (Admittedly, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the 146 lb weight is still the same - I felt as though I should've put on at least three pounds.)

My original intention was to go to the Pilates class, but then I decided that I was craving (craving!!) a more energetic workout, so was really looking forward to some CV and weights, a quick visit to Sainsbury's to pick up some groceries, and home.

Visitors from the weekend all gone yesterday, house tidied up, ready for next visitor (yes, really) to arrive this lunchtime. Left husband in charge, loaded gym kit and shopping list into the car, set off for the A47. And stopped. And waited. For about 20 minutes. Turned on Radio Norfolk.

It turns out that there has been some sort of serious accident actually on the junction where I turn off for the gym - and the road is closed! So I turned round and came back to the house, muttering "well, at least I can go for a run"; and, of course, the heavens have now opened.

Our visitor, of course, is probably stuck in the backlog of traffic; I'd better go and get on with some other work...

I wanna do some exercise, and they won't let me! (throws tantrum...)