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Monday, July 11, 2005

Getting old, getting fat.

Sadly, my clothes don't seem to fit me any more. They are too small and this is sad for two reasons. Firstly, I don't want to have to buy replacement clothes and secondly, I'd like to be slim and lovely.

In an effort to diminish I have acquired a badminton set for the garden and hopefully I will be able to persuade others around me to hit the shuttlecock back and forth with me. I don't really fancy running, it hurts my shins (even after six months of trying); cycling is too dangerous; swimming is not available here; etc etc.

I blame my age (41), my sedentary job, too many glasses of wine and too much chocolate.

At work I have asked my boss if I can change the year group I work in as I feel so not-useful in the class I'm in at the moment.

Does anyone reading this think they have the perfect job, I wonder?


  • At 15 July, 2005 19:27, Blogger geokker said…

    The perfect job? I wonder what that could be - it'd probably involve food somewhere for me. Persist with your badminton ambitions - it pays off.

  • At 18 July, 2005 23:32, Blogger Irene Adler said…

    To date I have missed not one day of badminton practice.

    On the subject of jobs - medical secretaries are supposed to be very happy. I was indeed very happy for my first year when I was a Med Sec - but then I have to say I got fed up once I'd met the challenge - ie learning all those funny long medical words and getting them down in shorthand).

    I think the perfect job would have to be a hobby you'd turned into your way of earning your living - something artistic/creative, perhaps.


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