My wife is regretting letting me purchase some of my own presents using her plastic on t'Interweb. The look of horror on her face as I modelled the cycling kit has made my day.
I'll spare you all the photographs of 4XL and 5XL lycra filled with my ample frame
Currently listening to another present - a Colin Blunstone CD which is rather good.
I'm going to squeeze in a session on my mountain bike sans lycra.
I'm currently stuffing my face with fudge and cherry liqueurs and have just missed a golden opportunity to startle a middle aged female Jehovah's Witness canvasser by answering the door in just the bib shorts that I received this morning.
Why did I put on a sweat shirt before opening the door? Her expression would have been priceless. It probably would have guaranteed a Witness free existence for several years.
Right, fun's over. Into shorts and off out on the Trek.
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