The 9th of March.
This morning was infuriating, but this afternoon was rather serendipitous and enjoyable.
I was annoyed because I was waiting for a delivery of part of Mommy’s Mother’s Day present from DHL, but they don’t give you a delivery window, just say “before end of day”. This meant we couldn’t go out for me to have a look at Wyndley gym and then to get Easter eggs until they had come. I hoped it might come this morning, so we could go good afternoon, but no.
After lunch, I went upstairs to apply some face, and the doorbell rang, but it was just the postman. So I changed my delivery to a pickup point, and now I’m have to get it from a mini supermarket up the road, probably on Monday. Stupid DHL.
Then Mommy took me Wyndley so I could talk to someone about membership. I met with a young woman called Kirsty, who showed me round the facilities. Downstairs is all free weights, then upstairs is resistance machines and cardio. I climbed the stairs and they weren’t too bad, I just had to get my breath back. We were chatting and she complimented me on my hair, which brought up the leukaemia and it turned out she had ALL six years ago so then we couldn’t stop talking about all the things we had in common. I’ve got a free trial until the end of the month, an appointment with a trainer to set up a plan, and a new pal!