I love my girls, and of course would do anything for them, I am a taxi service, café, hotel, de-toothed loan-shark, laundry service – the list goes on.
Their generosity of spirit however, seems to peak at the kindly donation of a stinking cold – 5 days before I am due to partake in the Warwick triathlon.
Not exactly the repayment I had in mind! So it now seems that I will be competing on Sunday in a very snail-like fashion, moving very slowly and leaving a trail of mucous behind me. Just wave a cabbage at the finish line to give me something to head for.
But don’t worry kiddy-winks. I am sure payback will come, not today or tomorrow, but perhaps in 40 years time, when I am an incontinent tourettes-ridden geriatric, living, I hope one of your hotels!
4 days to go. I am just NOT ready.
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