A great day

Decided to go for another Artist's Date this morning. There was a piano concert at the Holywell Music Room and it was terrific. The guy played a Chopin ballade and a few Mazurkas. They were beautiful and he was brilliant. He finished up with Rachmaninoff which is always a crowd pleaser. I turned up and there was a queue but luckily I took my place by a man who told me that a woman up ahead had a spare ticket she was wanting to sell. I snapped it up and rejoined the queue. When I did, I realized that I was pushing in in front of the helpful man so I put on my best Canadian accent and apologized. He not only told me to stay put but gave me his spare program. I got a good seat where I could watch the hands. I learned this from Leo years ago to sit where you can see the keyboard. It's great going to concerts with Brits. They don't talk, fidget or rattle their programs. They just sit and listen. I was so delighted with the whole thing that I went to the bus stop via Blackwells and treated myself to a couple of Chopin CD's. Then the temptation hit to go to KFC for lunch but, fortunately, there were about 20 people waiting to buy bad food so I didn't stop. Got down to the bus stop and could see my bus which looked like it was about to leave so I waived and ran and the driver waited for me. Everything was going so well I wondered if I should buy a lottery ticket. I resisted. Came home to a salad lunch. Oh, forgot, I walked into town for the concert so exercise in addition to culture. God, I'm good.

A good Wednesday

I did it all yesterday. It started with a walk to the gym followed by 40 min on the machines. I've given up on classes for the time being because they always want you to get on the floor and then get up again quickly and without providing help. With the machines I can go at my own pace. Home for a light lunch and into town to do my Artist's Date. There is a Graham Sutherland exhibition at MOMA which met the criteria. After this I popped into East and bought 3 tops on sale. My final stop was at the chiropodist to have a nasty thing dug out of the bottom of my foot. That done, I came home and enjoyed a quiet evening. If I carry on like this, I may even paint a picture one day.

In the front room

Had my first dinner party since moving the tables to the front and the sofa and chairs to the back. A good time was had by me. I think the others enjoyed it as well. I shall get back in the swing of having people around. This morning I went to church! The new vicar at St. Andrews suggested I come as I had been telling him how much I like incense and paraphernalia. He issued the invitation with the following sentence, "Come to church on Sunday. It will be an event with smoke." I like his sense of humour but I reconfirmed the fact that I am not a Christian. Nice day today so I took a walk this afternoon. I was going to go down by the river but was too lazy to get in the car and go to the farm. I will try to get to the gym this week and watch my fruit and veg intake. It's a pity 5 a day doesn't mean 2 beers and 3 glasses of wine. Oh well.

Getting One's Comeuppance

I have just limped back from my first gym visit of the year. I made no gym visits last year so this was a biggie. It was also shattering. It was supposed to be beginners Pilates but the teacher didn't show so another young, blond, fit person took over and treated us to an abs class. Now I know what abs stand for - ABJECT. I kept cramping up and being generally hopeless. I'm well aware of my state of fitness - 1 on a scale of 1-10 but even knowing that, I was horrified. I shall continue with it because I can't go on like this. The sweet young thing asked me about my cramps and when I told her that I have them everywhere, all the time, she said I should see someone. I think what she was saying was, "Don't come to the gym, go to the doctor." Pathetic. I am sticking to my 5 a day routine so perhaps with some decent food in me and a regime of activity, I might turn back into a human being.

O Canada

My arm is sore from patting myself on the back. Jane suggested that making New Year's resolutions was a waste of time and I agree but she did say that one could have'intentions'. One of my intentions is to do a cultural thingy each week. Today was the day. I took myself all the way to Dulwich to see the exhibition of the Canadian painters, Tom Thomson and the Group of Seven. This involved taking the coach to Victoria and then a train to West Dulwich and then a walk to the gallery. It was pouring with rain and the wind was howling but I was not deterred. I had decided to go and I am so glad I did. These Canucks are terrific. It was well worth the trip although I may do an Oxford event next week.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

I am not going to follow Alison's example and post daily but I will try to write more often. I spent New Year's Eve with Adam. We went to a party at Nancy's and then came back to my house and watched telly till midnight. We held hands for the countdown and expressed delight and amazement at the fireworks in London. Tonight is the Book Club - The City and the House. I'm off to Dulwich tomorrow to have a look at Tom Thomson and the Group of Seven. All very Canadian.