Monday, I oversleep a bit, check my messages and get up. No breakfast just a coffee and then I am off to the gym. I get there, check in and get my bottle of water and then hit the gym floor. I’m up on a cross trainer and about to set off when I find that my i-pod is out of juice, so its an hour without my music and the gym is not playing theirs. I resort to old fashioned fantasy, so I run marathons, sprint record times and drift through old holidays and trips. An hour later I am 719 calories lighter and 7.48 imaginary kilometres along the road. Its been four days since I last trained, so the outcome is quite pleasing.

I get back to the changing room and get into the showers. They are tepid at best as David Lloyd save money on their energy bills, bastards. What’s the point of a gym membership if you can’t get a warm shower after extreme exercise. I have my routine coffee and bacon and egg roll in the lounge. I take my time to eat and recover. I drive home to clear the kitchen, feed the hedgehog, fill the bird feeders, hang my towel out to dry and open my post. There is a lovely surprise, a book. The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. Its a present from a friend and I am really chuffed. Having done chores I put a cleaner in the dishwasher and set it off to clean. I retrieve my gold ring from the Shed where it has been waiting for me to take it to the jeweller as it split. I drive to my usual jeweller and put it in for repair. Apparently 9 carrot gold does not bend as well as 18 carat gold and tends to split more easily. As I have been known to forget to take it off in the gym its probably had a rougher ride than usual. I return home and bring the washing in. Its time for my afternoon nap so I head to bed and instruct Alexa to wake in me in 30 minutes, which it does on time. I start to read The Little Prince and I am immediately hooked. I have read some of his books about his experiences of flying in south America and Africa and enjoyed them. This book is very different, both a child’s and an adults book. I am hooked very quickly. My partner returns from visiting her mother and we decide to walk down to the village shop to get pizza for tea.

While my partner cooks tea I continue to read my new book. I eat tea and read on. There is more TV but I continue to read and do so till I end the book. Instantly I want to read it again. This is clearly not a straight forward children’s book and it is not a straight forward adults book either, hence my immediate urge to read it again. However I recommend it to you.

Well its been a while since I read a book in almost one sitting. It feels good to have done so and it has given me a lot to think about. This book is very layered and I have no doubt someone has got a PhD out of it. I like it when I read something and I get the sense that I’ve missed something or a lot of things. Its that nudge that niggles at the back of the brain. Its the stuff that the pixies cannot file or put away and runs around like an oiled pig refusing to be caught. Today has been a good day, gym, reading and the first to do list in ages. The blog drafted I go to bed.