Stuart Pearce legs for the cycle ride to the pool this morning.

My right thigh has absolutely ballooned. It looks bloody impressive. All I need to do now is to find another bee to sting my other leg.

The swim was crap.

Two in the lane, and then in wades a third swimmer, with absolutely no understanding or care about swimming etiquette in a converted gas show room of a pool.

I left in protest after 30 lengths.

A brief B & Q trip followed on the way home.

I absolutely LOVE it in there, in the same way that I use to love record shops.

My purchase for Friday morning was a top of the range toilet seat.

And relax.

Weirdly this is the fourth that we have bought in four years. Long story, and not as straight forward as it might seem.

Some more fall out from the bloody Labour Purge followed for the rest of the morning.

I tried to get my head down and crack on with the work.

And then Chris Tremlett.

/sad face/

Work drifted into the evening, and then the end of the day.

No worries. It's all good - pay to play, and I intend to bloody play over the weekend.

Darts / booze / YEAH.


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