Alright world, keeping well are we? I do hope so. Today is a sunny Sunday, and it's put me in a good mood. It's been tempered slightly cos our neighbour's just been round to complain about our drains, but I won't let it bum me out. Basically, whenever we use our washing machine the run off flows out of our pipes and into the clogged drains, and overflows into their yard next door. When it's cold, like at night time, it freezes and becomes a deadly slipping hazard for his tiny son. And it's fair enough: if I had a son I imagine I'd be a bit sad if he died. But we're sorting it out and Glenn the landlord is bringing his rods round next week.
In the last week or so the sun's been out more, and it's great. I've been working, getting home at half five, and generally feeling like a real human being again. It's nice. The other day I also played squash for the first time in about three months, fighting manfully back from 1-0 down to take victory 3-2. One slight problem is that I used a load of thrusty, lunge muscles for the first time in ages, and so now I have a really sore arse and ankle. I think part of the trouble is that I have a fatter arse and ankle than your average man, so there's a lot of it to get sore. I'm playing again next week so we'll see how it goes.
In other news, I have no money. The new job pays monthly so I won't feel the sweet embrace of dosh until around the 30th March. So I've not really been up to anything, and won't be for the next few weeks. It's pretty annoying, and meant that I had to give up a ticket for the England - France game at Twickenham last week, but hey! It's better than dying, cracking your head on frozen washing machine run-off. And for that I should be forever thankful.
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