You know, when the good days are good they are reeeeaaallly good.
Thing is, you know when you are having a bad day, when your Car horn sticks when you are following a group of Hells Angels down the road to Matlock. Or, your swimming pool burns down. Or even you artificial flowers...die!!!
But this weekend has been great. In fact I felt so good I nearly burnt myself out getting loads of things done. First went to the flicks and smuggled loads of food in. I refuse to pay the prices they charge at the Cinema.
I may have over done it though as my coat was bulging and the sausage and mash had slid off the plate and down my front.
Went into town for 12 hours shopping for one handbag with the missus and survived without having to do a Linford to the bog. Also I dug out the old mountain bike and went for a ride. Now this may have been a tad ambitious what with my nether regions problems and a racing saddle. But then again I think the' pursed lips' look is quite good!
All in all as the song goes 'Just a perfect day' rare but invaluable.
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