The Michael Moment

Had a Michael Moment yesterday. d nearly died.

Oh, right...you don't know what a Michael Moment is, do you?

OK, couple of years ago, d and I were staying over in the States with Lori (d's best friend and practical sister). We were out at an evening at the local high school, watching a show with her step-daughter in it. her step-son Michael came along to support his sister. Before the curtain went up, he was sitting with his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him.

"Hey Mike, got a test to see if you like girls," said Lori.
"Yeah?" he aked.
"Yeah," she said, and squeezed his kneecap. Unprepared for the spasm reaction, he folded up like a deckchair and headbutted his own knees, giving himself a dented head and making d and Lori collapse into laughter that turned them both red and breathless. Anything since then that would go viral on Youtube if only someone had had a camera running has been known as a Michael Moment.

So yesterday morning I got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, pulled the door closed behind me and headbutted the door. d exploded into hysterics in the bed.

"Meant to do that!" I muttered, clomping off to work. d cried herself to sleep for another three hours, with tears of laughter.

Today has been fairly deadline-free. Which is funny when you consider I've still spent most of it in front of a computer. And am still working, come to that, at 9.25 at night.

Didn't go to choir tonight either - my ear has been playing me up something chronic this weekend. Which is why, Tuesday morning, I'm going to stifle my Socialistic principles and go to a private medical appointment to get the damn thing finally looked at. I'm actually on the NHS waiting list now, but apparently, it's a waiting list with no prospective dates on it, so it's like something out of George Orwell - a waiting list where you just...wait. I'm done waiting, screw it.

Calorifically speaking, not sure how today's gone. Had a McDonalds plain porridge and an OJ for breakfast. biked 600 calories off, then had rice and sticky sesame chicken for a late lunch. Now, am about to have a Swiss steak sandwich for a late supper.

UberCommuting tomorrow, and Tuesday's weigh-in is gonna be...tricky, given that the appointment with the ear specialist is at 8.30. Not, if I'm honest, expecting either progress or plateau this week; haven't done the walking, haven't done enough of the other exercise, though have still been pretty good with my eating. Probably will have slipped back over the landmark into 17stone 7+. And so, we deal. If the ear can get fixed, I'll be able to put a lot more oomph into the exercise. Cross your fingers for me and my lughole...