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So season two is under way. I've been back in LA for three weeks and the time has flown by! I had such a great time at home over Christmas and New Year I was a bit worried about coming back. So I decided it was time to start living here properly, two feet in rather than one pointing across the Atlantic.

First stop new accomodation. Thankfully the apartment hunting was finally successful. First stop an air bnb while we wait to move into an apartment at the end of the month. No longer are we in an area that was made famous in rap songs because of people getting shot. No longer am I frightened to leave my bedroom (still not ready to blog about that!) We are (drum roll please....) living in er living at er just living Beverly Hills Adjacent! Yes that's what it's called! I'm not quite sure why it's not just called an actual name, it's a bit like calling it Gateacre Adjacent when you live in Belle Vale (for those not familiar I'm sure you can substitute with your own neighbourhoods) It's actually very nice and deserving of its own name but it is what it is (well more like it's almost like what it's next to!) 

Second stop join a gym. I chose one that is a familiar chain even in the UK - not too expensive, there's a lot of different ones you can use and they have really good classes. I was nervous about going. This is the land of fitness. Super skinny, super fit, super buff, super intimidating. Errrr no, not really. This is what I have discovered so far;

Most of the instructors are over 60 (I'm going with 60, the plastic surgery makes it hard to tell sometimes. Could be 60, could be 80) 

It's not that fancy. We had to stop one class so someone could kill a cockroach.

There is no gym etiquette. Especially when it comes to the sauna. So far I have seen people fully clothed, shoes and all sitting in there chatting on their mobile phones. Other people are completely naked. No towel, no nothing. It's just women which I suppose is some small mercy but still. Oh and people also use it as a drying room (a bit like Colomendy if you ever went) I don't think they realise that won't work! 

You can wear what you want. The Pilates teacher wore jeans. Someone else was in fancy dress (a skeleton if you're interested. The Halloween kind, not the LA kind)

I'm not sure whether I'd prefer to be in one of the fancy gyms in West Hollywood which would be definitely be intimating but a lot less strange. Oh who knows what's strange here any more. I'm off to a dig out my fancy dress costume I wore to the Queen Latifah show.