Nick was out at work drinks and karaoke until nearly 1am and blundered around the apartment for quite some time before flopping into bed, and Emily woke at 6am, so I was pretty zombie-like all morning.
Emily had another good day at nursery. In her daybook there was a cute photo of her and Isy and a couple of other children, being wheeled to the park for their morning outing in the 'chariot'. This photo of a photo may not show it particularly clearly...
Meanwhile I went to my second high-intensity aerobics session. Again, I really struggled to take in the succession of complicated moves, which were extremely dancey (eg. mambo, cha-cha-cha). The pamphlet says it aims to burn fat through 'variations of walking and running'. A bit of an understatement, I feel. Several times I thought I had better give it a miss in future and save myself much angst, but decided in the end that I should stick with it as there aren't many other options for me to exercise for so long, at a convenient time, in a structured way.
Afterwards I met Anna, Jill's friend, for lunch. She brought along a nice guy called Glen, who is also a Brit and has been here for about a year. We chatted about life as an expat here, and aired a few of our more critical observations! As neither of them have a child I didn't mention Emily much, which makes a refreshing change.
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