So it’s probably a good job that when I’ve pedalled back home after work I have my masseur waiting for me. Unfortunately he’s not going to go easy on me and, despite Doggo’s half hearted efforts to stop him, he inflicts plenty of pain on me.
Tonight it’s not just me he gets his hands on, L’s up on the table as well. So it’s certainly not our typical Friday night.
(Friday 15th September)