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Santa Baby

Santa Baby

onight one of my friends dropped over after going to the Japanese Bath House (sorry about the hyperlink, but I’ve just learned how to write the HTML, so I’m feeling quite proud), so we drank liquorice tea and hung out for a while, which meant Miss M and I went to the supermarket quite late. At Victoria Gardens (note lack of hyperlink) where our supermarket is, there’s currently a snowdome, where Santa is ensconced in an amazing red and white plastic round bubble. Miss M, who has always purported to be “over Santa”, was very excited, so was allowed into said snowdome to commune with the almighty present giver.

I expected her to be in and out within a brief space of time, but she got comfy on Santa’s couch, and the two of them chatted for over ten minutes. Because of the plastic dome, I had an oddly bird’s eye view of them, and Miss M was animatedly moving her hands around, laughing and smiling in response to whatever Santa was saying. The woman presiding over the door (I’m not sure whether she can be termed a door bitch or not) came around to look at them, and remarked on how well they were getting on. Motherly pride came to the fore as Santa was obviously enjoying his time with my exceptionally social daughter, and she came out laden down with chocolate and an inflatable ball (and the promise of a bike for Christmas). I asked what they’d talked about and she was vague on details, but did tell me “I said please so many times the word lost all meaning”.

Work today was exceptionally satisfying. I had the best turnout of Yummy Mummies to date, and in a strange coincidence, trained two partners of clients of mine. It’s a huge compliment to have someone recommend you to a friend, but even more so to their significant other, so I felt very flattered. One was just visiting from Sydney so her session was a one off, but the other will be ongoing, which is awesome.

I also trained myself today, and worked hard. Props to Ben for the awesome spotting while I was benching, which spurred me on to at least two extra reps, and a halfway decent comedy routine during a rest break. The only weak point of the day was the purchase of a jar of pesto (which I agonised over for about ten minutes), which tastes like crap. It was expensive, so I’m even more annoyed about it, and as of this moment, I’m taking a vow never to buy preprepared pesto ever again.

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