Back into the Spring of things

Dark and early this morning, the Intern found herself waiting outside her beloved Beautcamp Pilates in East London - in the wind and rain - for the arrival of her salvation, in the form of her trainer Daniel. After six long (and lovely) weeks of sunshine, wines-and-dines, coffees and cakes and everything baked back in Oz she's ready to lose the pudding. Her core is kaput and her muscles are jelly, and the fake tan she so diligently applied while away has faded completely. Simply put, she's schlepping back into London life.

While friends and family made sure that her time back home was fun-filled, the daily grind of 3 to 4 catch ups (that's breakfast, lunch, dinner and drinks) with them all was enough to make her question if she'd been on holiday at all. And now returned to London there are friends that wait eagerly for her tales from abroad, demanding every juicy detail and expecting embellishment of stories lacking-lustre.

So what does a girl do when her body clock is out 11 hours, and her brain turns to mush before the dinner bell has had a chance to chime? When the body that she tortured with an hour's stretching, contorting and resisting, decides to spasm and strain as she reclines on the couch? She blogs of course. Why? Because she's missed it. She's missed telling her tales and sharing her thoughts, and uplifting pictures from Google that so perfectly illustrate the stories she spins. She feels she's let down her loyal readers and for that she apologises. Never again will she take such a long break from her laptop. So stay tuned, and keep smiling, 2008 looks to be a very promising year!