Friday night exercise?

Well I don't exercise any other night so why not. With two weeks till holiday and half a toblerone after my tea, I thought it was only wise to bring the trampete out the cellar.

This is me bouncing away in my jamas and trying to watch eastenders at the same time. It was all going very well and I was very pleased with myself till I went giddy and fell backwards, I am quite positive that the poof saved my life. So it was worth bringing the smelly poofs back from Marrakech afterall.

All I can say is exercise is dangerous and best avoided, fact!