On bus today, so I have to drag myself out of bed early. As I head for the shower I look longingly at the naked girl that I leave behind.
Despite the early start I still end up running for the bus. I don't have the required £5 for the bus fare and have to pay with a £10 note. Thankfully they don't operate one of those ridiculous exact price systems that wind up all the customers but make nice profits for the bus companies. Even so the driver cannot change my tenner.
Why do the drivers never carry enough change? I have witnessed this problem on numerous occasions, when it has happened to other people, but have only been unlucky enough to have a problem with it on one previous occasion, because normally I manage to have the correct money.
The driver had no £5 notes; it also appears that he didn't even have any £1 or 50p coins either, as he paid me in mainly 20p's and 10p's, the majority of which were 10p's. I was tempted to refuse the change, get off his bus, and wait for the next one but for some reason I don't. I didn't have time to count the vast pile of change as the other passengers were already glaring at us for the delay. When I got to work I did count it, £4.80. So I've been short changed by 20p as well, charming.
I will be saving the pile of change so that the next time I travel with that same driver I can pay him back with it. Somehow I think he'll be just as unhappy as I was to receive it.
The Swimfit website tells me that I burnt 1319 calories cycling to work yesterday, each way! Which sounds a lot to me! It says I only burnt 168 swimming on Monday, although it didn’t take into account all my flailing around. Our 3-mile run burnt 339. So the conclusion is if you want to burn calories get on your bike.
Pub today, Steak & Kidney pie and Salamander Stout. All excellent.
L's on her bike today, hoping to get cast iron thighs like mine, so she says. However it's now so windy I don't think she'll be biking down the hill to home. I shall look forward to showing her another way to get cast iron thighs tonight.
Daughter is making our Christmas cake today and I get home to see that she has already been soaking the fruit in rum. I'm not sure she knows what a reasonable soaking of rum is, so we could be in for a very merry Xmas.
Took Doggo for a walk. We get accosted by Santa and his sleigh rattling a collection tin. I thought Santa was all about giving gifts, hard times affect us all it seems.
Get a phone call from the Motor Neurone Disease society, apparently in one of my rasher moments I bought a raffle ticket from them. I am told I have won a pair of Winnie The Pooh nose clips, at least I think that's what they said. They're going to pop it through my door. This is quite an achievement because I never win any prize draws, ever.
Squash tonight. We intend to try and keep the game down to a reasonable length this week and not the hour and 15 we played for last week. My opponent will just have to learn to accept it when he loses the last game of the match and not keep demanding to play another one. Then he might be able to walk the next day. In the end we are chucked off court by another match after only 45 minutes, just as he was tiring and I was getting warmed up. Unfortunately I had lost all five games to that point. Most of them were close though.
Get a text from L, she's stressed and says she needs sex, alcohol and cake as soon as possible although not necessarily in that order. That's not an offer a boy like me can refuse. Luckily we have plenty of alcohol in the house and naturally I am more than willing to give her as much sex as she wants, anyhow she wants it, but I'm not sure we have any cake. I hope this fact doesn't scupper the whole deal.
Despite the urgency of the message she assumes I'll be off to the pub first, so in the meantime she's cooking spam curry. Huh, well in that case I will pop for a quickie (of beer) before coming home and giving her the benefit of something much slower. So I have a very nice swift pint of Grantham Stout.
I text her to ask if it's food or sex first. She opts for the sex first but only after she and Daughter have finished watching Bleak House. Huh and I get accused of putting the pub first. I could have had time for another pint.
Post Bleak House I finally get my girl where I want her or, as she seems so wonderfully up for it tonight, perhaps she gets me where she wants me, which appears to be behind her, inside her and with my finger between her legs. It's all very messy and all very wonderful as we round things off with her on all fours. (L, I hope that isn't too explicitly put) The session is accompanied by Old Peculiar and with curry to follow. It doesn't get any better than that.
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
The Paper Girl
The alarm goes off and I'm lying there contemplating the day. I'm on my bike today, so I really need to get up and get moving. I should also be saving my legs and my energy but you know what's it like. You just have to don't you; I just couldn't resist the lure of the naked body beside me. Think I owe her a bit of indulgence this weekend after all these quickies and I hope I haven't made her late for her paper round.
Apparently once on my bike I upset the dog, who is by then out on the paper round with the paper girl, the same one I have just taken advantage of (that's L by the way) and Son who's paper round it actually is. Doggo loves the paper round, means he can get his nose into other peoples gardens; he's such a nosy dog. Apparently they were stood talking when Doggo suddenly started yelping and bolted off towards me. Unfortunately L was attached to him at the time. I did wonder what that distant scream was.
Cycled most of the way with another cyclist, he was in full cycling kit, so not a novice. I warily eyed him up, remembering the last time I'd taken on another cyclist. Decide it's best to assume he was a psycho and not push my luck. In the end we had a bit of a race, as you do. Boys will be boys as L keeps telling me. I was sensible, I knew he was too good for me, so I let him go ahead. We even had a bit of a chat. I’d have chatted more but I was too busy gasping for breath. I was pleased to see I’d left him in a similar state. He was obviously like me; only a half hearted psycho. Any real psycho would have left me for dead. Although he did help me knock 3 minutes off my time for that route. Perhaps he was a real psycho after all.
Weather started off dry but then it rained, so I was well wet by the time I go to work. My waterproof jacket is excellent, it's just a shame about the rest of my kit. Ended up with damp, sweaty cycling kit draped all around the office drying. Nice. As I keep saying I need better tyres too! Pulled a broadside when a car came out towards me from a side road today.
L emails to check how the ride was and whether I'm eating to restore my energy. So far I’ve only had my milk shake and a coffee, which probably isn’t the answer she wanted. I’ll have something to eat when I’ve finished lying on the floor gasping for breath.
Squash opponent berates me for doing his back in. He reckons he now has even less chance of getting a win in his six monthly tennis match on Saturday. Of course he could have tamely just let me win and saved
his energy for Saturday but that's not his style. In any case what's he complaining for, I'm the one with his racquet mark across my back!
Good job L knows I got them bruises playing squash.
L goes home early; where she finds Doggo keeping an extremely low profile because it's raining and he doesn't want to go out. He's a border collie; you know the sort; a working dog who works in all weather, come ice, come snow they're out there on the hills tending to their flock. His ancestors probably slept in a drafty old barn even in the depths of winter but our collie hates the rain. When L took him out in the car to meet the kids from school he wouldn't even get out of the car!
L cooks Bolognaise and we eat early; then go for a swim. We vow to be AF tonight so that we are in top form for the run tomorrow. Then we can be really really bad and blow all our units in one go in the evening. We take doggo for a leg stretch first, as it has finally finished raining. Swim is ok but I'm that full of bolognaise I can feel my stomach scraping on the bottom of the pool.
We get home and decide the best way to stay AF is to go to bed and have an early night. Once there L gets the indulgence she's missed for most of the week. Terrific session that makes you just want to get up afterwards and blog about it but L prevents me doing so. She knows my memory of details will be more hazy by the time I come to write it up.
Apparently once on my bike I upset the dog, who is by then out on the paper round with the paper girl, the same one I have just taken advantage of (that's L by the way) and Son who's paper round it actually is. Doggo loves the paper round, means he can get his nose into other peoples gardens; he's such a nosy dog. Apparently they were stood talking when Doggo suddenly started yelping and bolted off towards me. Unfortunately L was attached to him at the time. I did wonder what that distant scream was.
Cycled most of the way with another cyclist, he was in full cycling kit, so not a novice. I warily eyed him up, remembering the last time I'd taken on another cyclist. Decide it's best to assume he was a psycho and not push my luck. In the end we had a bit of a race, as you do. Boys will be boys as L keeps telling me. I was sensible, I knew he was too good for me, so I let him go ahead. We even had a bit of a chat. I’d have chatted more but I was too busy gasping for breath. I was pleased to see I’d left him in a similar state. He was obviously like me; only a half hearted psycho. Any real psycho would have left me for dead. Although he did help me knock 3 minutes off my time for that route. Perhaps he was a real psycho after all.
Weather started off dry but then it rained, so I was well wet by the time I go to work. My waterproof jacket is excellent, it's just a shame about the rest of my kit. Ended up with damp, sweaty cycling kit draped all around the office drying. Nice. As I keep saying I need better tyres too! Pulled a broadside when a car came out towards me from a side road today.
L emails to check how the ride was and whether I'm eating to restore my energy. So far I’ve only had my milk shake and a coffee, which probably isn’t the answer she wanted. I’ll have something to eat when I’ve finished lying on the floor gasping for breath.
Squash opponent berates me for doing his back in. He reckons he now has even less chance of getting a win in his six monthly tennis match on Saturday. Of course he could have tamely just let me win and saved
his energy for Saturday but that's not his style. In any case what's he complaining for, I'm the one with his racquet mark across my back!
Good job L knows I got them bruises playing squash.
L goes home early; where she finds Doggo keeping an extremely low profile because it's raining and he doesn't want to go out. He's a border collie; you know the sort; a working dog who works in all weather, come ice, come snow they're out there on the hills tending to their flock. His ancestors probably slept in a drafty old barn even in the depths of winter but our collie hates the rain. When L took him out in the car to meet the kids from school he wouldn't even get out of the car!
L cooks Bolognaise and we eat early; then go for a swim. We vow to be AF tonight so that we are in top form for the run tomorrow. Then we can be really really bad and blow all our units in one go in the evening. We take doggo for a leg stretch first, as it has finally finished raining. Swim is ok but I'm that full of bolognaise I can feel my stomach scraping on the bottom of the pool.
We get home and decide the best way to stay AF is to go to bed and have an early night. Once there L gets the indulgence she's missed for most of the week. Terrific session that makes you just want to get up afterwards and blog about it but L prevents me doing so. She knows my memory of details will be more hazy by the time I come to write it up.
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