you're my wife now

I woke up and my breath smelled, but did not stink, like shit. Must be that fine wine has less impact than beer. Bike to work yadda, dull day at work yadda, bike home yadda. At lunch, for the second day running I did not run but went fo a stroll around Sydney's shops. sale season. Myer in particular was hell-on-earth crowded. I was not inspired to buy anything, had a look at a few TVs that were showing uninspiring cricket and I wandered back to what I euphmistically call work.

I think exercise boosts energy levels and after the ride home I felt I had enough left in the tank to go for a 30minute run. I left Maureen Mara and Jo, Mike and Oscar the dog (sung to the tune of The Famous Five) who I was surprised to find at our home and were apparently all staying the night, and headed for Flat Rock Gully and Middle Harbour. Thirty minutes later I was back and stretching, having seen the local galahs and having made a positve ID of a rozella. Four species of parrot now positively IDd in Willoughby.

Mike and Maureen had left for a show when I got back, and as I returned the girls decided to take Oscr for a walk. I had some dinner and cleaned myself up then put episode 1, series 1 of The League of Gentlemen on and reminded myself how gleefully distrurbing it is. Dad gave the box set to me for Christmas; Sally got an Andrea Bocelli DVD. Good job too; Sal is not a fan of TLoG.The girls got back and I put the same episode on again. Not surprisingly they only found it amusing in parts and were more disturbed than entertained. It is weird. Very weird. I find it highly amusing but I know of no female fans of the show. Not too bothered that I could not watch another episode (I did pop on a bit of Papa Lazarou before I quit; just to make sure the girls were completely freaked out.) Too knackered for anything else I went to bed early, another of those zonked before head hits the pillow nights.