Guest guest Posted September 18, 2006 Report Share Posted September 18, 2006 Okay, you all know my Woza Moya necklace – I am very rarely without it. Well was very rarely without it until I misplaced it a couple of weeks ago. I was rather upset, went thru everything trying to find it. I eventually gave up, decided that I must have thrown it out with something else. I was very sad, its very special to me. Anyway I was coaxed back to the gym last night by my holiday, conscience and general self loathing. Got my joggers out of my gym bag and what do you know, there it was in my gym bag. So I can only reason that the universe in all its infinite glory was telling me that I would not be happy until I was back sweating a the torture chamber. Oh well, can only do as I am directed to. As an adjunct, this horrid woman that `tortured' me as a teenager was there. She has joined the gym, bluddy hell! Fortunately I have mastered the art of looking thru someone like they were dog poo on my shoe and I was able to use those moves last night several times when she tried to speak to me. No way, she has to understand that I am scared and no wound heals without a scar! Nx Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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