Minnie’s Musings

As I write this I am peddling away on one of those armchair type bike things in our local gym. Yes, I am taking exercise and it doesn’t involve traipsing through the drizzle in the hope of a hot cup of tea at some strategically located establishment half way through walk.

And I have just had one of those deeply satisfying exchanges with a fellow woman of a certain age who overheard me cursing the half dozen or so supposedly empty lockers. Well, cursing the owners of various jackets etc which had been stowed by those without the requisite pound coin to lock stuff away.

She offered me access to the locker she had just vacated as I stumbled over using the correct word for this misuse of gym facilities. “It’s just inconsiderate,” she said. “That’s the word I was looking for,” I replied.

Her next remark made be smile.
“They’re taking a risk, given that a woman might want to use one.”

For indeed I had just had that very thought. Or urge. Or malevolent idea.

So should a dame on a white charger not gallop to my rescue in the future I will empty a locker of its unsecured contents and use it.

The locker. Not the contents.

And, because I am considerate, I will not chuck said contents onto the floor. I will simply fold it up and place on the nearby sofa.