Keith has decided that if he lives out his generally accepted allotted timespan of three score years and ten, or to stretch it a bit, three score years and fifteen, assuming that he eats three scones a day (which he shouldn't be doing anyway as he's supposed to be on a diet!), he is only going to be able to enjoy about 15000 more. (Actually it would be more like 16500, but who's quibbling?)
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
The ankle
New Year - and diet and excercise loom large on the horizon, but now that I no longer have my dog, Lucy, walking has lost its appeal, although I still do it when I can. However, Keith has a lovely exercise bike upstairs ... or at least. he did have, until he took it off to the shop so that he can use it at odd times during the day.
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
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