"The gym's a fine and private place,
And men, I think, do there embrace.
For at my back, I always hear
Your meaty maggot beating near."
Yeah. Failed to go the the gym again today.
Woke up at 7.20. It was still dark. My body refused to move.
So I continued my lovely dream about owning a nice, warm second hand bookshop full of old pengiun paperbacks, friendly cats, and Margaret Rutherford.