I’m having a lovely Easter weekend, getting a much-needed rest and taking the opportunity to catch up with myself after a hectic few weeks.

Fat Sister and I were out and about earlier. We went by a fitness studio and my tics were quick to suggest some classes they could add to their programme:

“Pi-rates – it’s like pilates but with pirates.”
“Air-phobics – it’s like aerobics but without breathing.”
“Bear yoga – it’s like yoga but with naked bears.”

Fat Sister wasn’t sure about the last two but she was enthusiastic about ‘Pi-rates’.

Ooh Arrrrrrr, me hearties!