Top of the list was to get VANBAR associates firing and progress continues to be made. More on that another time.
I pledged to get fit through the medium of spin class which, surprisingly, I have stuck to. However, I was due to go to one tonight - until I hurt my calf muscle walking to Charlotte's swimming lesson. Really. Age is such a terrible thing. I might do some sit-ups before bedtime instead (although I fear I'll put my back out).
I pledged to stay off drink until 24 January. I missed my target by a mere 15 days. I got bored. Plus, I find it really hard to cook anything remotely interesting without a little glass of wine to fuel my effort. And I was hungry. That said, school night snifters have been pretty much off the (drinks) menu and will generally remain so. (Unless I get hungry again. Or thirsty).
I promised to swear more, and that hadn't been going well until this afternoon when I caught a strange woman chucking bags of rubbish over a fence near our house and shared my observations. Good for the soul.
But I'll leave you on a real high: our garden shed roof (do you see what I did there?). I declared that repairing our garden shed roof was a top priority, although I had no expectation of actually being able to pull it off.
Actually, I'll rephrase that. A storm pulled it off (the roofing felt, that is). My job was to buy some more and stick/nail it back on.
And look.
Vanessa says I have to paint it next
