Got a txt from Her Ladyship this afternoon, asking if I fancied being wined and dined after work. First thought was "errrr, I had kinda planned to go out on my bike for an hour to try to get on the forefoot with the Jantastic thing instead of having to play catch-up at the end of the week". Yup. I admit it. That brings me into semi-compulsive territory. Only semi, though, right? Right?
So in the interest of my mental health and general well being - not to mention the fact that I luuuuurve to go out for a nice meal, hence the rotund body shape that necessitates all this exercising malarky - I hurried to txt "yes please" back.
Now I just need to finish a meeting in Birmingham on time tomorrow so I can catch an early train so I'll be home by 6 or 6.30 at the latest. That should just allow me time to cycle to my swimming lesson, thus killing two birds with one stone. Yep. Still compulsive *lol*.