55 Days And Counting - BFP Pisses Fatness Test

My announcement of a return to running was premature. I had forgotten that we were to be weekending in sunny Pocklington in honour of ULB's forthcoming notable birthday. And a jolly good time was had by all, not least at Judson's wine bar and restaurant where we dined on Saturday. Very good food - I can vouch personally for the pork loin and thanks to RB I can also confirm that the vegetarian option was excellent. Judson's. RB and I stayed up to gone three in the morning talking obvious good sense, he fuelled by gin and I by wines various.

So it was mid-morning Monday when Big Fat Pig donned the lycra, put on the Oakleys and ventured forth. Gingerly. He survived and was sensible enough to limit himself to thirty-two minutes and iced the offending muscle as a precaution afterwards. He did the icing whilst watching the highlights of Saturday's RWC warm-up international between England and France. England may have won but there was something rather forbidding about seeing England taken apart at the scrummage.

Cheers, first of the day

BFP has been a good boy today. He has cut the lawn, taken a parcel for collection (on behalf of the Groupie), ferried rubbish to the dump, mopped two floors and now he is cooking the Groupie's tea. He even managed to avoid the temptation to start drinking before Groupie returned from her hard labour. The first glass is now to hand. Goldwater Sauvignon Blanc. Yum yum.