with apologies for the random and slightly gross picture

It’s 10:58am. It’s a lovely, slightly hazy sunny day in March. I’m sitting at my desk. I’m wearing a work/date-appropriate outfit. I have in my handbag some makeup, my toothbrush, and toothpaste (NO condoms, face wash, etc. Not this time). And next to my desk is my ready-packed gym bag. Because, you see, my evening could go either way, as The Marine isn’t sure if he can make it tonight.

*slow, drawn-out sigh*

Of course, it is actually for a good reason. He has a young child – did I mention that? - who’s a bit poorly with some bug or other. He texted me last night, very apologetically, and said he still hoped to be able to make it, he didn’t want me to think he was messing me about, and he’d even bought a new jacket for the occasion. Bless!

Well, we shall see what transpires. It’d certainly be nice to have a night off from the gym, not least because I’ve been going a bit mad with the exercises for my abs and obliques this week, and consequently now feel like I’ve been dragged into an alley and given a good kicking. But speaking of abusing my body, since I’m out for dinner and drinks with my lovely friend M tomorrow, then out for just drinks with my workmates on Friday, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to spare my liver for one more day.

Either way, I’ll be doing some degree of damage to my body tonight...