A Place of Torture: My gym

As my previous Blip indicated, on Friday night I had a glass or two of red wine. The calvinist in me sought to redeem myself this afternoon by heading for the small gym within Braehead House.

As you can see, it was as busy as ever as I ventured in. There are only 35 apartments in Braehead House, and only a very small number of residents use our gym, which is next to the equally busy swimming pool. On the occasions I use the gym, I am normally alone. Which was just as well today, as I could not have been a pretty sight.