Barmy

This evening, I’ve an appointment at the local gym, where one of the trainers is going to put me through my paces, and figure out what I should be doing in order to keep on losing weight.

Today’s temperature around here is supposed to be around 32°C. I’m going to be doing a shitload of work in the gym. In short, I must be fuckin’ barmy.

I expect to be a sweaty puddle in the recuperation area by 7.15pm.