So I know it seems like I've dropped off the face of the planet, but really I've just been getting used to my new job. I haven't yet dropped anyone's food or coffee (touch wood,) although a lady literally threw her toast into my bare hands as my boss walked past yesterday. He wasn't too happy. Disturbingly, my habit of bumping into high chairs has continued, but luckily, only the first one had a child in it. Small wins right?
I had my second physio appointment, and on my way there, I discovered that the suburb that the practise is in may not be a place I want to frequent. As I turned into the street, I was greeted by a giant sign featuring a cockroach crawling all over a toothbrush, and this was right next door to a building advertising itself as Kripps and Kripps solicitors.
Once I was inside, we tested the range of movement in my hamstring and then I was asked to lay on the table. Before I knew it, I was getting a butt massage. Now I wish I could tell you that my physiotherapist was an attractive male around my age, but in truth, they're a run of the mill middle aged female that has just had a baby. I just really hope that I don't have to go back, because that's a kind of awkward I would like to avoid from now on.
One girl had her birthday during the week, and so sticking to our tradition, I cooked and we all dressed up in her chosen theme; 80s let's get physical. The salted caramel nutella fudge went down really well, but I can't say that my outfit was quite as popular. On my way home I had to make an unplanned stop at the supermarket, and not having a change of clothes to use, I covered my leotard with my hoodie, but was unable to obscure my ballet tights and leg warmers. One guy actually looked up from his paper as I walked past and reacted quite verbally. After enduring the stares as I walked though the aisles, I felt like making an announcement which would have gone something like this: "Ok everybody they're just ballet tights and leg warmers. Don't worry; I don't have leprosy; I do occasionally see the sun, and I'm not trying to bring the 80's back. Enjoy your shopping." As I was thinking this, I turned a corner and crashed into a very attractive guy with nice facial hair, which weird, because I don't usually like facial hair, and this just made it all the worse. I then hurried through self serve and managed to make off with a giant stack of plastic bags as they attached themselves to mine. It was a shopping trip to remember, but hopefully more for everyone else than for me.
Today my game of thrones obsession paid off even more than it usually does, as my latin teacher also loves it, and being the only other person in the room that watched it, we got into a good conversation about it, which led to me to being picked as his partner. I really love dancing with him, I just wish I wasn't so uncoordinated. I didn't injure him at all this time, miraculously, and the one bump we did have he apologised for, but my feet just didn't want to play the game. I feel like I need to go and take secret extra latin lessons so that I can be at least a little better next time, although a ridiculously fast improvement (like baby's in Dirty Dancing,) would be ideal.
Now that I've caught you up on my not so interesting, (just slightly embarrassing) life, I'm off to watch Masterchef and eat a cookie. Jealous?
Xx, Little Duck
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