The National Romp

We lay in bed this morning, and d stroked my chest.
"Y'know...there's a thing about what you do...you hit it hard, and then you get blisters, and get frustrated and whiney," she explained, stroking extra soft to mitigate the "whiney".
"Soooo...you mean I shouldn't walk today?" I asked, cutting to the chase.
"I do, yes..." Stroke, stroke, stroke...
"OK," I said, giving up the idea quickly, largely because yesterday, I got half a shedload more work to do, so there was plenty of reason to sit on my ass for most of the day.

As it happened though, I didn't end up sitting down for very long at all today. We went to McDonalds for breakfast (I had porridge and water). Then to Tescos, for a quick shopping trip. Then back for a few hours of working, while d went back out. I had a couple of handfuls of nuts, and coffee.

We met up again for a coffee break, went shopping in a couple of other places. One of the main places we went was to a local betting shop, because it was Grand National day. We only ever bet on horses on Grand National day. Long-term readers will remember that two years ago on National day, we won some money, and then I had to be taken to hospital with a major tachycardic incident.

We spent £23 all told, had some fun, and went home. I was going to get straight on the bike, but as it turned out, there was only half an hour before the National was being run, so I did half an hour of work. When the National was over, it turned out we'd backed not only the winner, but the third place horse, twice, and the fourth too. We pretty much romped home, and won about four times our stake back. Good day in the Disappearing household!

What's more, no hospital. Things are looking determinedly up! In celebration, d did a thing she's been contemplating for a while, and got her ears re-pierced. After all, what could go wrong on a day like today?

Nothing, as it happens. She now has sparkly golden lugholes. I keep wanted to nibble them, but she says she'll punch me in the face if I do...

When I finally got on the bike tonight, I resurrected a practice from the original Disappearing - tried to maintain a burn of 10 calories per minute, minimum. Managed it, and was able to do 520 calories of work, or 10 miles of pedalling, in just 52 minutes. So - woohoo for that.

Dinner was chicken, asparagus, rice and a Japanese katsu curry sauce. Not sure about the calorific value, but at least I managed the 500 calories beforehand. Should be alright, I reckon. As I say, what could go wrong on a day when we've won a shedload on the National, and I've not been admitted to hospital?!

Result all round, really...