Panther and I were playing with some soft building blocks at the gym. Five of them had letters on and we were excited to find that out of the six options on each cube, there were three M’s, one U and one Y, one on each of the blocks.
I liveblog Steph/ven and Lady C’s wedding. Keep mashing “refresh”, I need the pageviews!
Part two, in which I talk about Waterstone’s and holiday destinations.
As blogs are supposed to be about surrendering personal information to the internet, let me advertise that my favourite pizza topping is pineapple.
Valentine’s day approaches, and all I want (to buy for RJ) is a simple mug with some kind of love motif. Hearts maybe, or a stylised rose. I’m not too fussy. Why is it so hard to find a heart mug without “world’s best shag”, “100% vajazzled” or “big cock”* on it? Surely it’s not …
RJ: Shall we go and see Seahorse? Me: What’s that? RJ: You know, the film about the horse. [Pause] RJ: No wait, I mean Seabiscuit! I think… Me: Do you mean Warhorse? RJ: …yes. Me: Just out of curiosity, exactly what would a film called Seahorse be about? I do still love her. I do.
My running has continued poorly. I can see why some people like it, but I am not those people. I could get on better with boring fitness activities if I could find some way of enjoying some music at the same time, but I have yet to find a pair of earphones that are comfortable/don’t …
Although it looked dicey for a while, due to her looks, RJ is still my wife. Well done, dear! We’ve been married now, what, three, ten, fourteen years? She is nice. If a vacancy does come up, I will of course advertise here first.
“FLY RJ TO SIX ASIAN CITIES”.