However, as if to prove that sports are bad for you my weekly prancing about trying to play football has resulted in my ankle getting buggered. So I'm resting up and being a bit shit at helping around the house. Given that we have company later today this is doubly annoying. I know I'm lazy most of the time but this enforced sitting about does rather show up how little I normally do.
Finally, there may be yet more TMI, hence my line break here. In truth, I've probably said everything you want to know right here already.
|Still better than me and she wears|
nicer heels than I own.
Tilly found it vaguely funny that I was reduced to such a hobble but also was irritated as we had company coming over and she needed me to do the shopping. Unable even to sit at the dining table to mark I was reduced to sitting with my foot up at the sofa. I took an early night, despite having spent the day thinking about Tilly and what I cold do to be romantic, and it wasn't much fixed this morning. Meantime, Tilly had managed to download a whole bunch of Trojans because of her learned helplessness with downloading things from the internet and came to bed grumpy, tired and ratty. We had a brief discussion and then we went to sleep. Well, no, I went to sleep, I have no idea what Tilly did.
|No, she's not.|
|It ain't sexy when a man does it!|
|More the other 365 days of the year...|
Can't imagine any of the other three.