I am actually so tired this evening that I can't think of anything exciting to write about.
I could tell you about the death of one of our poor fishes, which we gave a short burial yesterday. I hope that he's in fishy heaven. (heaven for fish that is, not a slightly dodgy heaven)
I could tell you about the fact that I managed my full cardio workout last night for the first time since before I started my personal training, which left me *glowing* like a lady shouldn't. Buckets.
I could tell you all about my better fuel consumption as a result of the 50mph restrictions on the M62, or the fact that I havent been stuck in a major traffic jam as a result of the traffic calming for two weeks. My thoughts being that they should keep the 50mph limit for the bad stretch even after the extra lane is added.
I could tell you how much I'm missing cheese, that I love onions, that chocolate is always on my mind.
What about Leeds only losing 1 - 0 to Arsenal? Thierry Henry's goal? How about Sheffield Wednesday being second in league one!
I could tell you about the crazy little old school indie game that Matt has been playing on the Xbox tonight.
I could.... but I won't. I'm too tired this evening. Time for bedfordshire.
G out x
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