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It has been a busy day.
Jul. 8th, 2012 07:57 pmNew routines in both Body Pump and Body Balance this morning, involving many press-ups and side planks and me feeling knackered by the time I was standing in the shower.
Then about an hour for lunch, which meant making toasted sarnies, waiting while toasted sarnies got cold as I had a conversation with one of our primary set-builders about the practicality or otherwise of our proposed next show, eating toasted sarnies and slightly-defrosted banana (is very tasty, but do not put into freezer with skin on, that way lies madness), then leaving house for Sweeney rehearsal.
Actually a rather enjoyable rehearsal, being lunatics. Hard and breathless work!
Escaped at 4.30pm, drove home via back way in order to, hah, avoid possible road closures, instead had to make way past more parked cars than I have ever seen along the roads ever ever, but got back about three minutes before Olympic torch was due to go past the end of our road, which was in fact about ten minutes before Olympic torch parade actually began to arrive at end of our road. First there were about ten police motorbikes, bright green riders and blue flashing lights. Then a van and a coach—there was a small pause at this point for people to get out of the coach. Then a Coke lorry, with giant Coke-can kettledrums playing a merry tune. Then a Samsung lorry with disco. Then a bunch more vans and trucks, including a Lloyds lorry with dancing girls/rather inferior cheerleaders in front of it, waving streamers. More vans, coaches and trucks, with more police motorbikes, and eventually something that looked like a horsebox loaded with cameras, and a white-haired gent in a tracksuit carrying The Torch. So we cheered a bit, and waved at the additional bunch of police motorbikes and vans and rearguard, and went home.
By the time I'd phoned the local Chinese take away and been to the loo, it was raining.
I could not bear to watch the tennis. Cannot deal with the tension, if I care who wins.
Sigh.
But! I may just have to take up eating probiotic yogurt! See, I was reading May's Scientific American Special Report, and came upon an entry under the NUTRITION label, headed Real Males Eat Yogurt, about a study of the effects of yogurt on obesity. Mice were eating it. And "the scientists noticed that the yogurt-eating mice were incredibly shiny." I mean! Shiny mice! Apparently they had extra follicle density, resulting in luxuriantly silky fur. I gotta get me some of that. Also, the male yogurt-eating mice had bigger testicles than the others (I don't think this is going to affect me) and the females gave birth to larger litters (I certainly hope this isn't going to affect me).
Yay science!
Then about an hour for lunch, which meant making toasted sarnies, waiting while toasted sarnies got cold as I had a conversation with one of our primary set-builders about the practicality or otherwise of our proposed next show, eating toasted sarnies and slightly-defrosted banana (is very tasty, but do not put into freezer with skin on, that way lies madness), then leaving house for Sweeney rehearsal.
Actually a rather enjoyable rehearsal, being lunatics. Hard and breathless work!
Escaped at 4.30pm, drove home via back way in order to, hah, avoid possible road closures, instead had to make way past more parked cars than I have ever seen along the roads ever ever, but got back about three minutes before Olympic torch was due to go past the end of our road, which was in fact about ten minutes before Olympic torch parade actually began to arrive at end of our road. First there were about ten police motorbikes, bright green riders and blue flashing lights. Then a van and a coach—there was a small pause at this point for people to get out of the coach. Then a Coke lorry, with giant Coke-can kettledrums playing a merry tune. Then a Samsung lorry with disco. Then a bunch more vans and trucks, including a Lloyds lorry with dancing girls/rather inferior cheerleaders in front of it, waving streamers. More vans, coaches and trucks, with more police motorbikes, and eventually something that looked like a horsebox loaded with cameras, and a white-haired gent in a tracksuit carrying The Torch. So we cheered a bit, and waved at the additional bunch of police motorbikes and vans and rearguard, and went home.
By the time I'd phoned the local Chinese take away and been to the loo, it was raining.
I could not bear to watch the tennis. Cannot deal with the tension, if I care who wins.
Sigh.
But! I may just have to take up eating probiotic yogurt! See, I was reading May's Scientific American Special Report, and came upon an entry under the NUTRITION label, headed Real Males Eat Yogurt, about a study of the effects of yogurt on obesity. Mice were eating it. And "the scientists noticed that the yogurt-eating mice were incredibly shiny." I mean! Shiny mice! Apparently they had extra follicle density, resulting in luxuriantly silky fur. I gotta get me some of that. Also, the male yogurt-eating mice had bigger testicles than the others (I don't think this is going to affect me) and the females gave birth to larger litters (I certainly hope this isn't going to affect me).
Yay science!
