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  • It's eight weeks until our holiday.
    Time to get fit.
    My husband suggests bacon for breakfast. I'm salivating at the thought, but no, the bikini beckons.

    Time to get fit.

    I search for my gym kit. I can't find my weights but all is not lost, I've found my boxing gloves.

    My daughter is excited, something new. Boxing gloves I say. 'Boxing glubs' she repeats.

    She puts them on. She bumps me on the head.

    Bash! she says. How clever I think.

    My husband says I won't get the gloves back today.

    Bacon sandwich it is then.
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