Last night I couldn't sleep.
Despite being exhausted by my Body Combat class, of which I heard absolutely nothing of – but apparrently according to Web Whizz that didn't matter as our intructor spent the whole time flirting with her colleague – no sleep came to me.
Rather disturbingly during my Body Combat class, I could see my instructor flirting with her colleague, and when the mock sex moves starting occurring, I swear I threw up a little in my mouth.
So anyway, where was I? Ah yes, not being able to sleep. I watched a little TV, read a little of my new Katie Fforde book and eventually played Scrabble on my iPhone, thrashing the computer rather satisfactorily.
I then read my phone messages, to remind me about the amazing people in my life. Two messages in particular stood out. One said, ‘Count your garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.’ And the other said, 'Hold your head up high and watch your back' and it was on this note that I finally closed my eyes and slept a truely dreamless sleep.
And today? My head is held high, and I'm watching my back, and if Nutty Neighbour ever did any gardening, I would count the flowers – but for now, I’m counting weeds!!!!