This time I went on a Friday. Someone, I can't quite remember who - but someone pretty important anyway, died on a Friday but it wasn't so bad because he was back again by Sunday.
I'm not sure if I will make it back that quick.

I'm really struggling to see the connection between exercise and sexual health. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/4703166.stm

Take me for instance. Just an ordinary bloke, wanders into a room with 20 or so women all dressed in swimsuits and tights - or something like that anyway and all moving round in very interesting ways. I start to strut my stuff and we're all in the rhythm together - well I might be a bit behind - and in less than 10 minutes or so (well, maybe 5) I'm almost done for and don't care who they are or what they're wearing anymore. What's all that about then?
No wonder most geezers like to get It over with as quickly as possible and then go to sleep. If they had to go on any longer I doubt that whether there would be any human race. This is not laziness or lack of consideration. It's certainly not survival of the fittest. It's survival of the quickest. It is evolutionary self-interest - pure and simple. 
I'm sure I must be on to something here.

I must say that all of this French stuff is very confusing. Why can't they just say it in English? Air Traffic Controllers do - otherwise all the aeroplanes would keep on crashing into each other. It certainly gets me confused. I mean I didn't understand why for the past 2 weeks, Francoise (even a French name) kept on saying "pantalons, pantalons" to me which is French for trousers as any schoolboy knows. It was only today that I found out that she was saying "point, talons. Point, talons" which means Toe, heel. Toe, heel. (You've got to say "point, talons" with a french accent to see what I'm getting at. Try saying "pwant, talons" and you've got it).
Anyway, when I realised I burst out giggling in front of everyone. They all looked at me like I was nuts.

I mean to say, now it makes much more sense doesn't it. I'm doing foot stretching when she says it and there doesn't see to be any special reason why she should say "trousers". It's all a bit clearer now - but how was I to know at the time?

I'm sure that Cecelia, by ex-ballet-dancer girlfriend couldn't speak French, but then I'm starting to understand that there may have been a lot of things she didn't let on.

I still don't see how I'll ever to be able to stretch my legs in the way that they can. And I still can't seem to get into the rhythm very well. I always seem to fall out of step very quickly and often I find that I'm on the wrong leg or the wrong side or lifting the wrong arm. That's when I forget to look at Francoise directly but look at her reflection in the mirror instead. I forget that everything is reversed.  Like a backwards clock.

One thing that I do notice although maybe it's my imagination. My abdo's may be getting a little bit easier - meaning that I can hold the positions a little longer than I could the first couple of times I went.
Wow, maybe I'll get a six-pack!!!