Pilates and the football.

Why do I take these things on and then feel supremely happy when I dont have to do them?
Yes, I speak of Pilates. Tonight is indeed pilates night but Helen rang to say she had to fill a form in so she couldnt go. Yes, I know how she felt.I , too, had to open an envelope so Pilates was out of the question.
Sarcasm aside, I danced around the kitchen singing "Im not going to Pilates" to the tune of " Here we go here we go here we go." Try it.It sort of works.
Anyway , the footie was on.I speak of course of the semi finals of the Champions league (UEFA ) between Man U and AC Milan.We were 3/2 up on aggregate and simply needed a draw , even 0/0 , to go through.
But, of course, we were losing 3/0 when I gave up and came up here to add to this little diary of mine and to check my emails. That cheered me up.
So here I sit, typing and listening to my Ipod.The favourite on the gos are Simon Webb, Coming around again, Afternoon Delight the Starland vocal band, Breathless by the Corrs and Come on down to the river by Alison Krause.
Off to a course on Autism tomorrow. Hopefully informative if not fun.