YMCA'd

Beth and I went to the Y downtown. She went off to the gym, I went to change. I span the numbers fruitlessly on my locker for 10 minutes. Went out got the instructions. Back in, failed again. Back with a sweaty bloke, who also failed. Back in with the male captain of the lockers. Nice old duffer who informed me that I hadn't paid for a while. Locker emptied . Ended up chatting to a really nice woman, getting my stuff back in a bin bag, then re-organising the locker.  Chatted to someone on the desk whose boyfriend is from Essex. Left the Y with my gymly goods in a bin bag. This took an hour, which is how long we were going for. Much more fun than you'd think.