Toosdeh

Weighed self this morning. I weigh more than Kylie Minogue, and less than a Polar Bear - lets leave it there.

First night 'out' - dinner round S's - curry and stuff. I ran the bar, keeping on top of the Apple Crush and lemonade orders like a natural. I have drunk so many fizzy drinks that I feel like the reverse of the boy in the bubble.

Still, the good news is:

a) We can still have mad conversations when sober as a judge - ranging from a hedgehog with a fat lip (this stems from R's pineapple allergy) to what would be the best way to send an SOS message when trapped in a basement (morse code or simply to hum Abba's SOS down the phone).

b) We are embracing our sporty sides - playing tennis (tonight), badminton (next wed) and rugby (a week on tues).

c) That's it for good news.

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