
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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There're always changing cubicles for the shyer ladies. I never change in front of other people.
The crowded cross-trainer conundrum is easy to solve. That particular exercise gets the old innards going a treat, and many people fart uncontrollably after the first couple of minutes.
Beans on toast for supper the night before should help things along. Heinz do nice curried ones.
Or you could just move rearrange your program a bit so you're on the cross-trainer at a different time? Or move to the bike as soon as she turns up?
Or maybe talk to her? She likes you. She may wish to adopt you.
( , Fri 30 Apr 2010, 8:37, 1 reply)

I like your suggestions though, thanks!
It's just another instance of my uncontrollable magnetism I'm afraid. Old people and crazies always think I'm nice so they seek me out. If she wished to adopt me I'm not sure I'd like the consequences
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