Yesterday, BF was gone most of the day doing a 100km mountain-biking trip with a co-worker. He had never done more than 65km, so I was curious to see if he would make it
He did, but I have a feeling he'll be crawling out of bed this morning and maybe even pushing out a few groans as he descends the stairs
(Do I sound sadistic? I'm not, I swear!
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As for me, yesterday was spent between dirty and clean laundry (mountains of it) and dirty and clean dishes (again, mountains of it)... Not my favorite way of spending my Sunday, but it did give me the feeling of having done something useful at least.
Unfortunately, I didn't get around to reading any books or getting any writing done, but we did end our evening together watching Strictly Come Dancing - a recording of Saturday's show so please don't mention who was sent home yesterday
I do love a good tango...