As a lawyer (and former bar tender) the thought of hitting the bar before breakfast is not altogether unfamiliar to me (actually the concept of breakfast itself was probably more alien). But my second session of hitting the Bar-Double-R-And-An E before breakfast has me hooked, I think. I like the quiet on the street. I like starting my day with a bit of the old sweaty stretchy rather than grumbly stumbling. I like being greeted at my door afterwards by a little monkey who's been wondering why his mummy wasn't in bed waiting for him - it's good to keep him guessing sometimes, don't want him taking me for granted. It's good to be able to get a class in on my at-home-mummy days rather than only being able to go on a work day or a Saturday morning. I think it's good for my brain to run my body through its paces first thing - gets the old grey matter neatly aligned for hard day's work singing nursery rhymes and translating insistent toddler gobbledygook into English.
So, thanks Miss C for getting up at sparrow's fart to put us through our paces. I really appreciate it!
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