Move over Gordon Ramsey... Wolves Wanderer coming through

I'm barely running on one cylinder today... My brain doesn't feel connected to the rest of me and as such, everything I do/think/say/touch/effect is a bit disconbombulated. After some RnR normal service will be resumed!

The reason behind this....? It might have something to do with the two bottles of wine and the bottle of limoncello that was consumed by myself and Wolves Wanderer last night. Hmmm - and no comments about getting old and not being able to keep up. I drove to work today in what can only be described as a stupor! I think there's a lesson there...

I dashed home after my fat bashers meeting and managed a quick shit shower shave routine so that I was prepped (although not preened) for when Wolves Wanderer rocked up with his gastronomic delights. It would appear that the fucking intercom has decided to not bloody work, so I had to hot foot it down to let him in the main door 'manually'. Still, I suppose the exercise is good. haha. He then proceeded to cook us a veritable feast.

Yummy yummy in my tummy... how pleased am I that this guy can cook!

(Unlike Passion Man who lived off ready meals every fucking day. Thank God that went no further!). Anyways... after treating me to steak served with brie & garlic stuffed mushrooms, proper chunky chips and baby carrots the dessert (the important bit) was every bit as delish! A chocolate & baileys individual handmade cheesecake with strawbs and a raspberry couli.... scrummdiddlyumptious or what!?

Arrrrh, big sigh of contentment..... although a good friend of mine pointed out that all this isn't helping my diet (dare I eat that). She's right. I guess it's more sex that's required.. after all, isn't that 12cals per minute? ...or is that running?! hmmmm, I don't know. I think I do enough exercise at the moment. But there is a challenge on the horizon as Wolves Wanderer has made it known that he wants to shed a few pounds and I'm charged with the job of drill sergeant. He's put my name down for a guest pass at his gym. Right up my street! hup two three four....!

He mentioned again last night about me being guarded with my 'cards' whereas his are all out on the table. I'm sure he's not tiring of the 'whole thing' just yet, more that he's just eager. I just wish I could jump in sometimes with the abandon that seems reserved for 'other people'. I'm wondering when I'll be able to tell that I'm 'ready', if ever! I have however taken what I think is a bold step and added him to my facebook page (for those in the know, those aren't his glasses!). 

Bloody emotions...

Bloody deep thinking...

Bloody men...

Bloody hell!