So Stobo!

The champagne did the trick last night making dinner a very jolly affair, but by the time we had eaten our fill and talked ourselves hoarse there was nothing left to do but retire to bed. By the time our 8am breakfast was called some of our members had been in swimming and out running and walking- I could barely face getting up!

I was persuaded to go to a Pilates class which to a total beginner with an age handicap, and found I had bitten off more than I could chew. Strangely, it wasn’t the getting down and up from the mat on the floor that was the most difficult, it was doing things holding a ball while standing on one leg that defeated me. There was no quarter given for age and since I was at least 40 years older than the other participants, I found it all highly embarrassing. Kathy who has taught fitness classes kindly said the fault lay with the instructor who should have given alternatives for any people too decrepit to perform. I’ll never say never, but……..Pilates is…..not for me!

Apparently after a swift glass of Prosecco in the late afternoon the girls have decided we should have cocktails before dinner tonight. When they all get together, I just do what they say, so cocktails at 6pm it is.

Erlend guards the chocolates