Second day of training, offft where has my motivation gone, not even being surrounded by muscle studs helped my time pass any quicker, although sitting on the bike watching Karate Kid with young Mr Smith was entertaining, just not enough to glue my ass on the bike for long.
My Beloved had taken himself off for a stroll around town, and we met back at home, before showering and taking ourselves off for some brain freeze, I'm loving these iced coffees but the pain just keeps coming.
I decided to stay home tonight, as watching the football with nothing to drink is like watching paint dry, boooring they really need to sort out their wine list at the Bear Bar, so instead I stayed home alone and watched The Help a film I have been needing to watch for a long time, needless to say there were tears.
A rather drunk Geordie was escorted home around 1am by a rather tipsy Darren, I'm not sure who was escorting whom, but they managed home in one piece. There was no peace through the night though as My Beloved kept me awake for most of it doing things he shouldn't, and I am talking leg positioning.........
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