I've just got out of the bath; it had bubbles in and smelt citrusy and fresh. The reason for needing to sit in warm water as opposed to my favoured method of washing (showering) was that my legs are stiffer than Patrick around a sexy sexy lady. I'm so crude. My legs were in pain because I've just played my first 11-a-side football (soccer) match in well over a year. The team I played for was my Mexican friend’s padre's team, full of real men with beer bellies and rude diction's. I was asked to play because I'm somewhat famous for my footballing ability, only kidding, they were short on numbers and desperate for players. Overall I'd say I enjoyed it, but I'll tell you what, it was hard work. I've given my thighs, hamstrings and calves a liberal spritzing of deep freeze and for now I'm not in such pain, but tomorrow morning I do expect to be walking like a zombie, just without the moaning.
SURPRISE SUBJECT CHANGE
It has been over a month since I passed my driving test and except for my tussle with a concrete pillar I have not had any sort of incident, which keeps my insurers and as a result my back pocket happy. But petrol prices? So ridiculous, I think a car that ran on liquid gold and rainbows would be about as expensive to fill as my 1.2 litre Renault Clio, hardly a big car. I'm not too sure how a car could be powered by rainbows though, I shall endeavour to get my science teachers to think about it and get back to me, and I will in turn get back to you.
For now it is goodbye, but don't be upset, in just a days time you get to hear from Patrick, surely that's something to look forward to?
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