Post 290: Metal scrap-man causes mayhem.
Well, actually the scrap man didn’t do anything, but because I was being my usual helpful self, I overdid the assistance for him and caused untold damage…
to myself.
“Do you not want to go...
Post 289: An easy Sunday afternoon.
I got out of bed and downstairs for 2pm after a sleepy achy morning.
There was noting to do and I was warned not to step on the treadmill so I was a good boy and I did as I was told.
In fact I was suffering with...
Post 288: Treadmill, back pain and a beautiful Prom dress.
A Saturday with my Darling on annual leave is rare, but this day is not a day for going out, it’s a staying-in day doing chores like the washing and shopping.
But the day started with...
Post 287: Exercise first and coffee last.
By midday I was panting a bit after a twenty-five minute stint on the treadmill.
It’s been too long that I’ve been away from any kind of exercise, and I really need it now. For the last couple o...
Post 286: Did I ever say…
I love you.
My Darling is nibbling her way down to 1.75 stone off her weight, and her BMI that was so high before is now a respectable 26.75, heading to her goal of 26.
This feat of determination has been achieved ...
