Maybe it's all the exercise I've been doing this week... including a rather saucily named «express pump» lunchtime
gym class yesterday.
After hobbling around like I'd been straddling a horse for a week — too many reps on the «clacker» machine — I finally did
another gym class yesterday.
Not exact matches
I kicked
yesterday off on the right note: an 8 am pump
class at the
gym.
I was knackered
yesterday — my Friday was quite, quite huge, what with a brutal rowing
class at the
gym, pricking 500 sausages at the school canteen and polishing off a serious lash of sav blanc to recover...
Yesterday, just before my
gym class, a huddle of mums formed to express (whispered) concern about the possibly pregnant, possibly anorexic woman in attendance.