Back to School

In a continuation of my last post, I find myself still in the organised disarray of the new season that, to me, is synonymous with a new term at school. It seems more than ever that I live for days off from work, particularly that the new season has brought so much inspiration for new projects. This morning, for example, before another late night at work, I've been adding clothes patterns ad infinitum to my Amazon Wishlist awaiting pay-day. I can't wait to make my little nephew some corduroy trousers - is there anything more autumn than corduroy?
The back to school feeling was most keenly felt at this week's Zumba class. I've only recently started doing it, which is very clear from my two left feet and lack of general coordination. I hit myself in the head for God's sake. But it did feel very much like PE, with me in the back row not knowing entirely what's happening and hoping against hope that the person in front of me didn't screw it up because I'm copying every move they make. But amidst all this, I found myself thinking, "I'm a real person! Look at me, working out to modern popular music! I went shopping today! I bought clothes that weren't for work! I went to the cinema! This is what life is actually about!" It was probably around here that I hit my head but I didn't care: nobody saw me, and I'm sure real people hit themselves in the head all the time.
PS I saw About Time at the cinema. It's completely amazing and most definitely should be watched by every person on the planet.