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Thursday 26 November 2015

Sick As A Parrot

Another day on the bike and then it’s more or less straight to squash.

I’m on my game tonight and he clearly isn’t. I win a close first game and then storm into a 6-1 lead in the second at which point he announces that he’s too ill to continue. Why does this always happen when I’m about to win? I’m sure he’s not at his best as otherwise I wouldn’t be storming ahead like that but can’t he just tough it out and be defeated? Now I'm sick, sick as a parrot.

With the game finishing early, we are in the pub far sooner than usual. Much to L’s displeasure as she gets nil book reading done. 

(Thursday 26th November)

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