Amphibious hornbags

This morning at 2:30 I was rudely awoken by the sounds of BM stomping around the room, leaning out of the window, shutting it, opening it and muttering to myself. "C'est quoi, cheri?" - turns out it was an overly-amorous bullfrog on the dock below our bedroom window soullessly calling out across the river looking for a partner... or at least a one-night-stand. He was still calling at 6am when I got up. We've all been there right?

My neighbours have gone to Italy and totally wimped out by putting the car on the train - when I went it only took me 8 hours to Geneva and then another 2 (?) from there. Trains are for wimps. We've booked our summer hols - we're going up to one of the islands, not as far as Denmark - but pretty close.

I finally plucked up the courage to go to my first Body Pump class on Friday. I'd forced BM to come with me because I wanted to stand behind him in case I was unco-ordinated and dropping dumbells everywhere. As it turned out I absolutely loved it although I should've known when I saw L taking the class that it was going to be tough - her abs classes make me cry. Anyway I *knew* BM was going to put too many kilos on his bar and come saturday neither of us could move without whimpering. I had muscles in my arse which I've never engaged before, through skiing, riding, skating, whatever. I loved it so much I went back again Sunday morning and Little Miss Big Tits was there. She's only about 4'11" and she's a tiny wee thing but her tits (Natural I think) are like fucking water melons. When she turns her back to you her boobs actually stick out either side a good few inches. Mesmerising really! Anyway, I was dumbstruck by the fact that there was more fabric covering each breast than there was comprising her miniscule white hotpants. AND SHE STOOD AT THE FRONT! I think I saw her clitoris. :(