Abandoned

So everyone at work has gone home and left me here alone....perfect time for a blog entry methinks.

Not much going on in the Land of Roz. Today I went to Body Pump at the gym and managed 30kg on the squat track. An all time personal best. Roll on skinny me! Mahalah and I have signed up for personal training too. It's cheap if you share a session and the guy who's doing it is the bizarrley cute one from circuit class (I can't explain it - maybe it's the extra endorphins from exercise - endorphin goggles if you will). You may not recognise me when you get back.

Joe and I bought a little car. It's a black Golf and it goes! Quite exciting to drive but not as exciting when being driven by Joe. I think he's part boy racer (of course he is, he's a boy!!).

Only one week to skiing. This time next week I'll be on a plane to Canada dreaming of my successful career as an Olympic ski jumper. I'll be the Eddie 'the Eagle' Edwards of the Noughties. Flying through the air like a small albatross, riding the wind like a flying squirrel.... "Would you like the chicken or the beef madam?". Maybe not. Oh well, I'll settle at ice hockey champ or figure skating queen instead.

This weekend I am going back to lovely Reading for some birthday celebrations. My friend Sarah is very pregnant now and she looks great! We've got a sweepstake going and I've plumped for it being a 7lb girl born on April 1st (it's due on the 24th). I stand to win a modest £9 from this but it's the status I crave. "There goes Roz, baby predicter extrordinaire."

Finally, one question that I'm sure is on everyone's lips - is this Gerry bloke hot?

Heehee.