The Novel continues.....

Hello again. Yes you’ve guessed it – having a break from the novel. It is going better though, thanks for asking. You did ask right?

I watched the rugby on Saturday at a hostelry off campus in town. I didn’t realise that I had forgotten what stubble looked like. Living on campus with a bunch of eighteen year olds has obviously taken its toll. I am hoping some of their youthful exuberance will rub off on me – and that’s doesn’t mean 4am finishes. Let’s be realistic here.

Since joining the gym last week, I did the first bit of exercise since I came down and very pleased with myself too I was. That’ll get the little grey cells working I thought. I was temporarily puzzled when I tried to get out of bed this morning. When had I missed the fact that I had been set about with a large mallet? I could barely move my arms and legs and turning my head required the kind of movement which just makes me look very odd, ie. I am in a lot of pain. I think that when asked where I was from when joining the gym. The answer ‘London’ met with a look which said ‘She should know what she’s doing, but we’ll check’ – as it should. However in my brain this computed to ‘show them what you are made of’. So after at least six months of non-gym attendance I proceeded to go hell for leather at both at spinning class (Fri) and Bodypump (Sat). It may have helped my brain – but the body is suffering.

Doing research yesterday in the papers, (for the novel – natch), I discovered that I am in fact a ‘Pankie’, this is Professional Aunt No Kids, thank goodness I’m not Working eh, otherwise that would be unfortunate....Apparently I am in good company – Beyonce and Kylie are (or will become) Pankies – although I have neither Beyonce’s enormous behind nor Kylie’s frozen forehead thankfully. If one is a Hopeless Aunt, would you be a Hankie? Or am I a Skilled Aunt – a skankie – now that’s not so nice is it? Anyhow, they didn’t elaborate.

What I really want to be though is something else. I am trying to think a suitable acronym.....