I don't know where we're going, but I know where I am (part 7.

Had a little accident which could have been very nasty when the clip on my TRX straps snapped sending me onto the concrete floor just within the last 30 minutes.



Got away with just road rash and bruises.

So sitting down licking my wounds and furiously emailing the TRX people about this.

:mad:

Just one of those days. Had the house to myself for the day coz the missus hates me and stuff
So I decided perfect opportunity to do some work around the house.
Started cleaning up and shoving everything I didnt need into the garden shed.
About an hour later herself's brother rang and asked could he store some stuff in my shed while he's getting his house done up.
So I spent the next hour taking everything I had put into the shed back out again.
So basically that's 2 or 3 hours just moving crap around and then moving it back again.
Christ. And then I wonder why I drink.

Listening to Paul Simon, Graceland now. Theres a brilliant line in that song "losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone sees you fall apart".

If anyone was looking through the window of my shed today they'd have seen some falling apart too

bedside, thinking, a recent meeting has me questioning things

Gremlinertia wrote: »

A beer and some wings i think

Back from the local, I was too late for wings (kitchen was closed) but I'd a lovely few scupes... Just the right amount to hit that sweet spot between tipsy and langers drunk :pac:

Hitting the sack shortly with a home measure of Jamesons

Rubberlegs wrote: »

Welcome to Waterford, FFred

I have been known to take the short trip into the city to a few centres of imbibement on the odd (twice a week) occasion :pac:

Autosport wrote: »

Mullinavat is it

Jaysus Nooooooooooo

You have to go across country a little bit