Check out this wine label, mohaha. It'd never be allowed these days, eh? Loosely translated, the name of the wine is "Bend over, I'll smack your arse". Erm, possibly.
I started off this beautiful, bright, sunny day with a run. Amazingly. All was going swimmingly until with about a hundred metres left, I felt a pull in my calf. I'm like the (fat) Ledley King of weekend runners. Maybe I should also not train between every "match"? Oh, wait, that's exactly what I do now...hmmm.
Talking of which, the Mighty Spurs go into the last week of the season in the Champions League places. The small matter of a match against fifth-placed Man. Shitty (and their millions of pounds) on Wednesday now looms large. Avoiding defeat there should be enough, but a win would seal it there and then before the final game of the season. Oh, the drama!
Today, I snoozed in the sunshine, flat on my back. Najs.
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