Tales from the riverbank.

J drooped me off at the gym this morning, as he was going out on his motorbike.  Des turned up and we had just started the on the bikes when one of the trainers came in and asked who owned a blue Fiesta , which was Des. He rushed out to the car park and found out he hadn't put the handbrake on and his car had slid back into a Range Rover parked behind him. He left his name & phone number and came back to the gym, but he was very quiet understandably. I walked home, the first time since I was poorly and really enjoyed it. I even had my lunch in the garden with a short sleeve top on (unheard of for me)