About 2 weeks ago Jack bought home a colouring in sheet. It was for a competition to win a family pass to the Royal Easter Show. He diligently coloured in the picture of the Easter Bunny and gave it to me, instructing me to send it off to the address so he could win. He is fairly full of himself when it comes to these things. I must admit, it was fairly cool colouring.
So I filled out the form part and sent it off for judging. Little did I know it would start a chain of events that would get my knickers in a twist.
Turns out the competition was being run by one of those Lady-Only gyms. They had distributed the sheets at the kids school. And now, it seems, I had unwillingly added my personal details to their database of harassment.
Each day, at about 4pm, I now get a call from Amanda, Susie or Helen, inviting me to come and “activate” my two week free trial at their gym. Now I am all for gyms! I hear that they are excellent. But what is with the incessant badgering for me to join one?
I have stopped picking up the phone at 4pm and instead listen to the chirpy messages. The last one was the best.