Let’s cut to the chase and discuss the injury from last night. I am pleased to announce that all is well. I have exercised the horse from the ground and completed my 30 minutes cardio today and no pain whatsoever. So the moral of yesterday’s and all stories going forward is don’t train with Jamie (who is very sorry for damaging my leg).

So from waking up and not being in pain, today has been a good day. Again not hungry so my mood has been pretty good but that also could be down to the fact I was working from home today as the horse had a visit from the vets. The horse was due his jabs and the vet who was lucky enough to administer his booster jabs was absolutely petrified at the size of him. Luckily for her he is completely numb so didn’t even noticed when she rammed it in his neck.

I trained back at the gym tonight and got some more tips on becoming a machine from Aron (who wears grey joggers and matching SnapBack). Then in a sneaky ninja style manner completed my half an hour cardio on the stairway to heaven. On my way I was collared by Aron (who wears grey joggers and matching SnapBack) who shouted ‘don’t you dare’ but I had the Beats on and couldn’t hear him (but obviously could lip read) and simply waved and carried on walking to my beloved  stairway to heaven. Jamie (who is very sorry for damaging my leg) asked how I was, squeezed my leg and then realised from the look on my face that he should continue with his workout and not wind me up, but he did seem relieved that I was not damaged or disabled (no exaggeration at all).

Not only am I back training wise but I have my nails back on, normal Niki service is resumed.

And finally another holiday highlight;

So upon arriving Sophie (who is a pole dancer) informs me that Minnie (the biggest but smallest Diva) is going to find me a husband whilst I am on holiday. Minnie (the biggest but smallest Diva) is Sophie’s (who is a pole dancer) daughter. So one evening I go to watch Sophie (who is a pole dancer) perform where she works (I think its called Rancho Texas). The place is pretty packed and everyone is absolutely wasted apart from me. During a break in the performances a guy comes up to me and asks me what it is like to be beautiful, a bit shocked I reply with ‘I don’t know’ he just laughs and then puts his fist up for a fist bump like the cool mother Hubbard that he is. This guy was in his mid to late 70’s. That is the closest I got to finding a husband.