I spend about 20 minutes on the bike working up a sweat, but it’s doing nothing to ease the tension that I'm feeling. A few people are working out a... well some of them look like they want to strike up a conversation, but I just keep my headphones in and ignore them.I get off the bike and look about and spot what I’d been hoping would be here a punching bag.I head over to the rack and pick up a set of gloves and put one of them on and strap it tight. I slide the second one on and look about to. ”“I would add that if this comes to fruition they would be assigned as the motorhomes are going to be to the home base hospitals that will do the technician staffing. The hospitals seem to think that alternating the technicians to do this staffing of these mobile units will be a good morale booster as it will break up their routine and give the tech’s time to see some of this great country in travelling to these outlying areas.”“And one last thing before I get off my soapbox. I speak quite. My apartment is a small apartment with just 12 flats, everyone in these flats are working people so no one stays in the apartment after 9 in the morning and comes back only by afternoon or evening. It was a Monday and as usual no one was in apartment, I had my exams from Tuesday so I had not gone to college. There is a lady named Gayithry (real name) who stays in my apartment 3rd floor. She is unmarried and stays alone. She is not working and stays in her house. I had spoken to her many times. She gasped and leaped to her feet and pulled on her dress. She zipped it up the back quickly and darted out of the shed,"Coming, Mom," she called, and she raced across the field to the house."Where's Uncle Ben?" Pam wanted to know.Anna Forbes didn't turn to answer. Over her shoulder she said: "He felt tired. He's taking a little nap on my bed." Oh," Pam said, and she went to the refrigerator for a carrot.Her mother turned when she heard the refrigerator door open and close."Oh no you don't" she.