The Pale Horse*
Wake up – myself – at seven o’clock. This is the first time I’ve woken self up for Ages. Maybe my mood is lifting.
Do Strength class which I love and chat to my teacher and friends.
It’s my Personal Trainer’s birthday and we go to The White Horse in Shenley for lunch.

I purchased this dress from Hayley Menzies last summer but this is the first chance I’ve had to wear it.
I get my teacher some stretchy ankle or wrist weights and she loves them:

I’m happy to have chosen the right present.
It is lovely to see my Pilates and Barre chums, to go out and chat. We seem to have endless amounts of things to talk about. They’re great people: I’m so glad to have them in my life.
Dad picks me up about 2.30pm and we rush home for my sleep.
Waking up, I have my snack in the garden and then come in for supper about 5pm. Fluffball has beaten me to it, so he’s fed first.
Now I’m in bed, Fluffball is under the dressing table and the panther is over by my wardrobe with his back to me. He’s not speaking to me, presumably because I had a fun time Out and wore a short dress, which he hates.
Had better settle down for my pre-sleep-sleep,
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1961. By Agatha Christie. An Ariadne Oliver mystery, Book 5.