The Australia countdown is on! It’s been feeling like it’s months away for, well, months. All of a sudden, it seems, there are two weeks to go and a few minor details I still need to sort. Like currency. Insurance. A beer helmet. That kind of thing. I’m not, as a rule, a great shopper but I went into town today to attend to these things and came home with precisely none of them. Instead, I bought a massive green inflatable ball. As you do. In other words, exactly what you don’t need for your hand luggage when you’re travelling halfway round the world.
This is what I mean when I say I’m not a great shopper. I am a store designer’s dream and shopping trips tend to end up a bit on the random side. In general, I’ll leave a shop with whatever pretty thing my eye has alighted upon first. Need new shoes? Try these headphones instead! Kettle on the blink? You’ll need these pillows, then! On aggregate, I suppose I end up with more or less everything I need, just not necessarily when I need it.
Apparently this ball is going to trick my middle-aged backside into believing its 27. I’m sitting on it right now. Boing. If I do all the exercises which are outlined in the accompanying DVD over the next two weeks, I should end up with the beach body of my dreams. Of course, you know me well enough by now to know that this will never happen. Instead, I can see it becoming a kind of grown up space-hopper which only comes out at parties. I’ve already wrapped a dressing gown belt round it and bounced across the living room. Not to worry. My ball may not give me a killer beach body in time for Oz, but I can always hide behind it.