Who needs a gym?

Last night was the final performance of a dance show we've been in. We were one of only two couples doing ballroom and latin routines, so it was very scary being so exposed on the stage. And we made lots of mistakes, but it was great fun.

So when we got home last night, in the snow, we were too tired to think, and drove the car downhill along the 200metres of bridle track to our house, blasting through the large snow drifts that were forming. Why didn't we leave the car at a friend's house down in the village? We paid the price today and spent 3 hours digging out the track from top to bottom to get the car out. In places the drifts were up to my thigh.

That's my excercise for the weekend.