Fishnets

Alarm goes off. Radio informs that England are doing better in the cricket, so miracles can happen. Can't hear any rain. Am on my bike today. Ought to get up but L is doing something with her hand which prevents me doing so. Last night L was complaining that things are so hectic as the moment that she's isn't getting the best deal, sex wise. This morning she seems to be making sure, I wonder if the Brazilian effect is kicking in. Would be rude to turn her down, I'm just going to have to pedal faster.

Damp roads but no rain and a very good ride, perhaps I am getting fitter after all. Although I have to pedal quickly because L's fiery chicken curry, good though it was, is playing havoc with my stomach.

Fantasy league is going to be horrible this week. I have a change to make but I so many players out again this weekend, I don't really know where to start. Oh well it's only a game.

Decent enough bike home and my quickest time for some time.

In the evening we go to L's Xmas Meal, which is being held at the house of a colleague of hers. L is reluctant to go; she is never keen on socialising with work colleagues. I can't talk, I'm not even going to mine which takes place towards the end of the month.

L has bought a new dress for the evening, a cheap one she assures me. I get the pleasure of watching her try various combinations of things to wear with it. The top of the dress is very open and she opts to wear another top under it, if she didn't the evening could have been very interesting. The fishnets and Daughter's boots that she wears with it look great. With her looking so good, it's a real shame we have to go out.

In contrast to my gig earlier in the weekend, this time I am the youngest one there. Everyone is very nice, the food ok and I drive and stay AF. We have a lively debate with someone who reckons the Raconteurs supported Kylie Minogue on her Showgirl tour at the NEC back in 2004. No, no, not possible, will check this out on the internet.

We get home and have a couple of glasses of red wine. So not totally AF.

Obviously relieved that her ordeal; that wasn't really an ordeal after all; is over, L is terribly compliant as I take her to bed. I do not let her remove any of her outfit and then I take my time unwrapping her. L does some unwrapping of her own, she seems to be keen to do some catching up this weekend, that's fine by me.

Shifting The Cloud

We get up to do the papers this morning as Son is still in Derby.

After that we fall back into bed. We ought to be up and on the park with Doggo, going for a swim or to the Gym but lie-ins are such a rare and precious thing. Instead we spend the next three hours in bed but not sleeping obviously. It is a man's duty to try and do what he can to shift his woman's black cloud. Three hours, minus some time out for a couple of coffee breaks, later, there is definitely much more sunshine and blue sky.

Regrettably once we finally get up I sense the sky clouding over again as the lack of physical activity (of the none sexual kind) tops it up again. Daughter not getting off the bus at the right stop and ending up in the centre of town doesn't seem to help.

The cricket has taken a turn for the worst.

My afternoon is spent watching Derby win again, 1-0 over Leicester. The result is ground out in a not very attractive style, so I have still seen no evidence of their wonderful play they save for away games. A win is a win they say. Hmmm. Can we have some football please lads?

On to the really serious stuff and I have a total nightmare in the fantasy. Henry, my captain, is rule out with a bad neck! Everyone seems to know this apart from me. Johnson pulls his hamstring pre-match. Things get worse when they kick off. One of my defenders brings down the striker from my rivals team. My defender is sent off, while his striker gets up and scores the penalty. My chap scores -2.

By 5pm I only have 2 points, everyone else seems to have 30+. In the late match Faye scores for Bolton, I consider pointing the car towards Bolton, running on the pitch and kissing the guy. That would liven up the Sky commentary. In the end I head for home, I have a dog to exercise and a black cloud to try and disperse.

The kids are back, well temporarily, Sons gone off to war and Daughter has gone to a birthday sleepover. We walk the three miles to the Victoria again. Where the Bramble Stout is wonderful.

We return home, avoiding all takeaways, and have L's beans and frankfurter dish that is designed to soak up the alcohol. I can certainly say that it works. Haven't had hangovers in months.