I cycle today and upset the dogs by passing them on my way out. Well, I try to upset them but although Doggo greets me, MD shrugs off my pleasantries with a look that says ‘out of my way, it’s breakfast time’. You just don’t keep MD from his breakfast.
My Valentine’s present for L finally arrives. A sexy
nightshirt to replace the not so sexy one she wears in winter. I'm pleased with the new one and so is she (I think), it’s actually
very sexy but would be even sexier if it was a foot shorter. I think the
scissors might need to come out later.
L has been contemplating aborting her AF programme. Oh dear.
She’s been disappointed that she hasn’t felt any more energetic and hasn’t been
bouncing out of bed in the mornings. Well, I’d like to think she hasn’t been bouncing
out of bed because she didn’t want to be parted from me but hey ho. Perhaps I’m
more effective than alcohol.
We take a port to bed. Now that’s how to come back to
alcohol with a bang.
It’s been sort of interesting though. Mirroring L's 500 mile
challenge was tough but this has been tougher. Even I’ve been inside every
government guideline on the planet for the last few weeks, which is in equal
parts impressive and terrible. At least now the Treasury can stop ringing me up
to ask what’s going on, their tax take has been seriously down and we're in a recession you know.
(Friday 15th February)
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