Monday 4 January 2010

No.211 Of Mr Argos & Mr Roger Black

I woke at 6.30a.m. today contemplating one of my New Year Resolutions to get fit again, the cold swimming pool that awaited just 30 minutes or so ahead and any plausible excuse not to do it. It came at 7a.m. with a phone call. "Mr. Where's Legal-Island? Is it an industrial estate?" It was the delivery man from Argos. And he like so many others looking for us was lost. I gave him directions promised there'd be somebody there to let him in in half an hour and shot to work. The pool will still be there tomorrow after all.

Mr Argos Man was delivering a Roger Black exercise bike for the gym. Wasn't Roger Black a runner not a cyclist? May be he trained on a bike. Anyway the contraption has arrived making up number two of four torture units we have planned for the gym. We await the cross trainer and a punch bag - the latter of which is likely to have all sorts of therapeutic uses me thinks particularly in a month in which we have company appraisals.

The team is back today. Some have had a two week break. Others 3 or 4. One has had 6 months. Bring it on say I. It should be good.

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