I decided I'd go to the St Kilda branch of my gym today because they have a pool but the pool was not functional. Damn it. So I went upstairs to do a workout and they had no airconditioning. What kind of primitive conditions are those? Still I soldiered on and did 50 minutes of cardio. I was going to do an hour but I faltered. Well truthfully, I needed the toilet and I wasn't going to run all the way down to the change rooms (down 2 flights of stairs) and then back to the workout room so I quit.

It was weird being there. Many years ago, before Fitness First took over, I used to go to this gym to workout and play volleyball and netball (both incredibly badly). The best part about the old gym was the bar. You could get a vodka tonic after your workout. That's all gone.

Being there made me remember a friend who played on our teams. He was killed in a car crash not long after the team disbanded so I had a sad moment but it is good to remember these people in our lives.

On a brighter note, someone in my house who isn't me bought toilet paper today. Miracles do happen. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my Christmas miracle. Christmas Eve I made a last minute trip to the supermarket to get gravy because Andrew wanted it on his turkey. The thought of gravy with cold meat would never occur to me. On the way home, my car started going wonky. A guy sitting at a cafe on the street pointed to my tyre so I pulled over and it was flat as a tack.

The guy came down and offered to change the tyre for me. I unburied the spare from the piles of junk in the back of the car and that was pretty well flat too. I said if he could put it on, I only had to get around the corner. I could sort it out after Christmas. But he said no. Instead he carried the tyre back to his car and drove up to the servo and got it pumped up then came back and changed it for me. What a wonderful guy. He was my hero.

I must remember to get the flat tyre fixed now.