Something Hot On The Table

It’s really warm on the bike this morning. What’s wrong with the weather? We head to the pub at lunchtime almost in shirt sleeves.

The BBC announces that sticks are bad for your dogs, L was hoping it would be balls. It'll be alcohol next.

A night at home tonight being a househusband slaving over a hot stove and putting something hot on the table for L when she returns home from pumping iron.

(Wednesday 20^th January)

House Husband

Will being on a real bike be detected by the Biobank Activity Monitor? Who knows? I’m convinced it’ll condemn me as a couch potato.  

L is in the pool, losing count of her lengths for the first time ever. I’ve never been able to keep track of mine which is why I bought the pool watch. She reckons she must have had a power nap, which sounds awesome. Swimming in your sleep would so solve the boredom problem.

Then she’s a book club, whilst I do my house husband bit slaving over a hot stove... and chucking footballs. 

(Tuesday 14^th January)