Platinum Baby

Sadly, my favourite gym did not have a place for my favourite daughter, so I have been forced to relinquish my membership and to sign up at the bright lights of Fitness First, which has a creche. I got a good deal on the fees, which is immediately cancelled out by its location within Westfiend Bondi Junction, meaning that I never simply go to the gym, but always seem to need to stop and "pick up a few things" at the shops.

Alice is adapting nicely to the creche - she will sleep in her pram in the little sleep room if it is sleep time and this morning she sat and watched the bigger children cavort about the place. I am just next door and apparently the carers come and get you if the shrieking gets too desperate.

This gym is a funny place though. Stu used to swear that he saw Nicole Kidman coming out of yoga classes each time he went and it has a beautiful panoramic view over Sydney Harbour. Sound idyllic? They call it platinum to make you think that it will be. However, the Spin class participants who whoop with joy during the really hard bits and body beautiful obsessives who stand around naked and texting in the changing rooms? That'll drag you down to earth.

Still, the Munchkin is happy at the creche (where everyone is fuly clothed at all times and there is considerably less shouting than in the cycle room) and I think it's good preparation for daycare for her to be left for a short while from time to time. I think she prefers the pilates classes where she gets to come along and chew on my feet during leg raises.