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I am into Pilates now. Not that I am into it as in I like it. I am just into it as in I go to classes. Not sure how long they will last for, I am guessing at least 6 as those are as many as I bought the series for and money is not to be wasted. I go, and somehow I know it is doing some good for me but there is no other way to describe it as being medical. I do not take any enjoyment or fun out of it, I do not go with friends, I do not even speak to anyone in class. Unless of course one of trainers comes and tries to take me out of my misery by reducing the intensity of the exercise I am (not) doing. I just can not love it - I am not posh, cool and fit to love the class and always do the extra exercise and the extra push and that extra challenge, move your hand to the back of your shoulder if you feel you can do an extra bit! Just not me. So I go in the hope that I will feel better, more fit, more capable of surviving these exercises. The only way I guess I will feel better is when I

Sometimes I feel like writing but I don't really have a specific thought. Those days I typically don't write. But today I thought why not? Writing is a part of me and I always feel better once I have done it therefore I am sure it must be because I have something to say. I could speak about the weekend - which was great weird and good all in one. Even relaxing I would dare say though that word barely comes out of my mouth when talking about a weekend. So let's make this about the weekend and think about a title later (today this is all in reverse, I always have a title first). It started with a nice dinner at a French place (La Bouchee, in Old Brompton Road) that I so much liked and ended up annoying me because they charged me extra for extra bearnaise. For one not close to Bearnaise it may sound natural to pay extra for something extra. But me and B are 'afficcionados" of bearnaise and french steak places. We know our drill - no one charges for it. And having been

I could be a million things Be a million miles away Never know what a day brings I want to go but I want to stay I could live a million lives See the world through different eyes Play for different colours and sides The winner that laughs the winner who cries. I think of living all these dreams I think one day I'll have the time But life keeps going so it seems The clock makes hard for dreams to shine I think of going through my list And think one day I will be half way But then the hours don't exist And one more day seems like a replay. If i would have one thing to chose That dream of mine might be just time To win, to dream, to play, to loose To welcome each thought and say goodbye - Sara @ iPad Location: Heathrow Airport