Wake up at 7am. Eat breakfast and then go back to sleep till 9am.
Then it’s Pilates. Work hard and teacher is pleased with me.
“You’re so bad at Pilates,” the panther tells me. “You’re graceless, pointless, feckless and aimless.”
Cold Cold Comfort Farm I think.
The panther huffed and disappeared.
After l have made the panther disappear; I have lunch and have a short walk around the garden:
Mum’s cuttings in the greenhouse
Happy Thursday everyone!
*1954, by Stella Gibbons. Comic novel. Outstanding.