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I have discovered the Clissold Park Walking Group, although attendance at my end is a touch sporadic. But for £1 you can meet outside the park caff on a Tuesday morning and be given a brisk, hour-long workout, carefully paced, all medical details carefully noted and no designer trainers required.
They are a motley but friendly crew. A soupçon of wiry pensioners determined not to go quietly into any good night, some slightly crazed homeworkers like myself with Microsoft eyeballs and the odd Care In the Community rep looking for mischief but kept scrupulously in line. It's going to do me the power of good I can tell. See you there.
I'm having to take a few drastic steps in the direction of exercise. I may have given up smoking, see N16 passim, but am now the size of a small maisonette in Brooks' window and burble with self-loathing as I waddle round Church Street. Erroll in The Flower Shop has been most supportive. 'Blimey Sue, you 'ave put it on a bit'. And he can talk.
It's been the season of the school summer fayre and my daughter and I spent a great afternoon at her old N16 primary school catching up with friends. She spent the rest of the day berating me for sending her to some prep school half way across North London when the kids she really wants to be with are on our doorstep. I know what she means. 'I miss everyone here', I said to one mother. 'Well, Sue, I don't like to say I told you so but I told you so', came the reply.
My more vitriolic correspondents will be chuffed to hear that I'm bowing out of writing Straight to the Point. I'll continue to contribute to the magazine but I feel I've simply run out of things to say in a regular column. Stoke Newington is a small patch and there's only so much mileage to be had out of dog shit and graffiti.
If I felt you wanted to hear a blow-by-blow account of the next four months spent getting all my girl's ducks in a row for her Common Entrance exams, then I'd keep plugging away. But ah, somehow I don't think it's quite N16's cup of herbal. So it's not goodbye but arrivaderci, for now.

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