Sarah Sturt's Blog

Boiling mad

I am quite literally boiling mad - it's a beautiful summer evening and, by rights, I should be doing yoga on the roof of my local sports centre. Admittedly, it sounds a little odd, but it's a flat roof, perfectly safe and, as a close-knit group, we've seized gorgeous summer nights and taken our mats outside for years. It's the most relaxing, perfect way to unwind after a stressful day at work, under a clear blue sky, soft breeze playing. But not tonight.

Apparently it's too dangerous - there's glass out there. Why can't you sweep it up, self-apponted spokesperson and all-round motormouth asks. There's too much of it. How come? Well, there was this party, you see, and a lot of glass got broken.... What - last night, on a Tuesday? Er no, it was at the weekend. After doing the maths for them, ie that's quite a lot of man hours ago, offering to go out with a broom and finally pointing out that we dodged glass every single time we used the roof, I gave up. The poor recreation staff  type person was backed into a cormer - but honestly, how pathetic! So I shall laboriously fill in a customer complaint card, get no response whatsoever and probably have succeeded in getting the 'favour' of 'allowing' us on the roof removed for good. Sometimes you just can't win.

Right, steam duly left off, time for a chilled glass of white and a commune with my goldfish down by the pond to catch the last rays and maybe even do a few yoga moves, as long as I don't frighten the fishes...

Tomorrow, sunny Worthing!

Sarah