I decided this week that mind and body need exercise. With all the mental see sawing of last week, it was time to “accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative” (great song by Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers 1945 by the way). And with a potential glimpse of sunny days on the horizon, the less sag the better.

I have to admit, I have developed an aversion to exercise post Tony dying, after all he was a devoted gym junkie and look how that turned out. Nevertheless, having spent a couple of days in the presence of my superfit sister and sister-in-law (the push ups made me go green and not in the environmental sense), I dusted off the yoga mat, made a decent space to practise and downloaded a few programs on the tv. I’d like to point out that I know it isn’t ideal to have a tv in the bedroom but there’s nowhere else to put it whilst have the house is being renovated. Anyway, it serves a purpose. As does Yogi Bear who feels his presence at one end of the mat is motivational and occasionally raises a back leg in sympathy. Still a fitter bod might help the mindset and the inner confidence one needs to feel better about oneself. I am in the zone.

A few on my local support group have been musing about the pros and cons of dating websites. I hate the lonely evenings but to be honest, I worry about my trust in starting again after 28 years. But it would be nice at some point to meet someone who could fill the void so I had another look at a few recommended sites, eek!! How do I write a suitable profile? Who would want to respond to me? I’m 52! Oh, the drain on my new yoga-fied self-confidence! But I don’t want to be that sad, lonely, crazy dog lady so how can I find a bloke? What would they think about Arry? Would Neo have an epiphany? I think this is the point where I write this is to be continued as my dogs have definite views on peeps…. gives food, walks a lot, gives food, walks a lot, likes Antiques Roadshow, walks a lot, hates dog baths, likes Sundays everybody in bed a lot…..answers on a postcard please….

“When a man (woman!)’s best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem”(Edward Abbey)