Physical

I didn't make it to the gym last night. I think I had enough of a workout at home. The exercise circuit included carrying trays of crockery and ornaments up a flight of stairs; lifting half a piano; manouvering half a wall of video/hifi cabinet; table juggling; sofa porting; then we ran out of time and had to head out to a cabaret comedy act in the Spiegeltent. My cheek to cheek dance with the refrigerator had to wait till we got home some time after 1am. At 7am this morning the heartless alarm started the final round of exercises: the buffet shuffle then the broom and vacuum extension stretches. My triceps feel very stretched, as do my hamstrings and a few back muscles who haven't been introduced to me by name (if pressed I would probably call them lower hackle muscles or baby back rib muscles).

All the hardwood floors in our house are now clear of furniture. The garage, rumpus room, laundry and master bedroom are crowded. DaughterOfVirge migrates to ParentsInLawOfVirge. CatOfVirge will take a holiday with VetOfVirge boarding kennels. The remnant will converge on the bedroom and en suite bathroom complex at the back of Virge Mansion.

At 8:30am this morning the floorists (that's my term for them, not their own) came with big nasty sanding machines give our floors a jolly good dressing down. There may be a little dusting to do when they've finished. Once they've started slapping coats of estapol on the floors (some time this afternoon) we can survive in our little complex and get to the laundry by leaping across the hallway. The rest of the house is out of bounds.