I’ve had such a mixed day today, for the most part it’s been one trauma after another. I’ve spent so much time putting out fires I’m exhausted!

BUT I had a little bit of heaven in the middle of the day. Lunch with my beloved. David came to our offices, partly to do a photo shoot for me and partly to see someone in another division of the company that he’s working for at the moment too. It was so grand to forget about the stresses and strains of the day and just make conversation with someone whose company I like.

One of the photos he was in to shoot was of one of the team holding these weights. I thought they look so good I would have them for my PotD too. They have almost killed me though. When I was planning the shoot, I asked David if he still had the weights that he’d owned and I’d last seen at his house before his move. Although he did, he said ‘We can’t use them, they’re plastic and too ugly. Go and buy some better looking ones in Argos’. So I set off up the High Street to the aforementioned and bought this set of very pretty ones.

Argos is a place I hate. It seems to be staffed by people who really don’t give a sh*t about anything. It was particularly annoying therefore to get a cashier telling me ‘they are very heavy you know’. I said ‘yes, I know, they’re weights’. She said ‘you won’t be able to carry them’. I said ‘you just watch me’. So, I took the weights and carried them about 500 yards back to my office.

I had to stop four times en route and recover. I prayed to see one of my male colleagues wandering up the High Street but to no avail. By the time I was in sight of the front door of my office building, I was virtually unable to stand. I was slumped over the box, which was resting on a wall and two of the women I work with came dashing out saying ‘are you alright?’ I couldn’t even muster enough breath to tell them why I was so completely exhausted.

I heaved the box into our reception and then one of the post guys volunteered to carry them to my desk. He gave me a lecture about not carrying heavy stuff and I promised faithfully not to do it again.

Today he caught me lugging a 20 litre sack of compost down the corridor for the same photo shoot. I was not popular! In fact, I got a good telling off and sent away with a flea in my ear. I just hate asking people to do things for me that I’m capable of doing myself, it just seems so unfair.

Mind you, all this lugging of heavy stuff has been good for my weight and good for my muscles so actually feel as though I’ve done something worthwhile.

….and the photo shoot? Wonderful! I can’t wait to show the team what they’re going to look like in our latest campaign.