Ha was teasing me about the holiday today, making up all kinds of places we’d be going. First it was Iceland, and then see how much I like it with nothing on, and then there was Wales, which actually sounds allright, and then she said she didn’t have much money so we were going to stay in Youth Hostels and I’d have to sell my body just to pay our way. It’s not impossible that it’s any of those, knowing Ha.

Pilates nearly killed me tonight, and I think it’s too late to go on a holiday diet.