To score at last

Lorraine and I off to the gym this morning. Felt sluggish to start with but then worked out for a long time. Lorraine did swimming, cross training and rowing machine too. I did weights of various types, a long rowing session and half an hour on the cross trainer.

Home and Lorraine cooked a delicious chicken and broccoli dish for Betty and I and the three of us went to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, just round the corner in the Duke of York's picture house. Betty paid for Lorraine as a Mothers Day present. A nice movie, quite feelgood, and the odd sad moment to stop it being sickly. A round of applause at the end from the packed cinema.

Home and chatted to Mum, and began reading Jeanette Winterson's Why be happy when you could be normal? which I am really enjoying.

Betty back to university this afternoon, looking brave crutches and bags strapped to her back.

In other news Fernando Torres, the Chelsea centre forward whose inability to score since October 19th has fascinated and appalled me, suddenly got two goals today. Chelsea's new caretaker manager Roberto Di Matteo has done a revolutionary thing. He simply spoke to every single player in one-to-one meetings. Since this innovation, Chelsea has won the last four games in a row.

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