Doh

It's Saturday, my cold is well and truly out, words like, "no," now begin with a "d." I didn't sleep well, even my Night Nurse couldn't halt my running nose, so I'm not feeling too rested today.  Still, it could be worse, I could have been in work with it.

No running for me this morning but I did do Ms Anderson's butt and thigh workout, I was sweaty to say the least, not sure if it was the workout or the cold but dare I say it?... I think it's getting easier. 

I stopped off to get my fringe cut yesterday and the owner didn't charge me.  Don't you love a freebie?  The Jose Eber waves were still in when I went to bed by the way, got to get some of those.

Strictly is back, did I tell you?  I'm rooting for Jason Donovan, heck, we grew up together, well, not literally but we're roughly the same age and I've lived through Neighbours, Scott and Charlene, Too Many Broken Hearts-Stock-Aitken-Waterman, the ups, the downs, Priscilla and thereafter, plus... he can move and he has rhythm, he could actually be in with a chance.  The thing about Strictly is, I love ballroom dancing, it's a link to the past, it's graceful, intelligent, happy and healthy.  I love the frocks, I love the drama, it heralds Autumn and the run up to Christmas but it's inspirational too, you hold your head a little higher, your back is a little straighter, you have a little more grace about you and those dancers bodies are inspirational to say the least.  Long live Strictly.  The first person gets kicked off tonight... can't wait.