I’m about to go and pick Miss M up from Alex’s place, but I thought I’d write a post first, since I’m often accused of loving my computer more than her. This morning we had an argument, because she hadn’t got ready for school when I’d asked her to. There was shouting, and then later tears from both parties, so tonight I’m taking her out to dinner to make it up to her. I’m going to make it up to myself by having a giant Cosmopolitan, possibly two, and to make it even nicer, James is coming with us.

Even after a shaky start, today ended up being great. I saw four clients back to back, then went to yoga, which was beyond words incredible. Afterwards I ran back to Hunt’s from Elizabeth Street, quite an achievement for a personal trainer who hates running. Another client, then I rode home. It’s hard not to love Friday, as it’s always followed by my only day of not working, and marks more than 24 hours between going back to the gym. This weekend is the Johnston Street fiesta, which means it’ll probably take me about fifteen minutes to get 100 metres up the street on Sunday afternoon. This time I’m going to buy an empanada to keep me company on the journey, and leave my bike at home.

It’s so gorgeous outside I think after dinner we might take Mr Dog down to the river, and throw a ball for him so he can swim in the dirty water which he loves. I’d love to live near a beach, so he could get squeaky clean when he swam, but the Yarra has a bizarre charm of its own. For one, I can throw a ball from one side to another, which I’d be hard pressed to do anywhere else. Melbourne’s really been living up to its reputation of crazy weather this week - yesterday was more miserable than I can believe, and today is just sublime. Apparently the weekend will be fabulous, which I can’t wait for. Perhaps we’ll have a barbeque tomorrow, which we haven’t done for ages - better get that rump steak out of the freezer …

Today I’m loving: Carlton Gardens, as I ran through this afternoon. What a gorgeous place - even as a blur.