Gluttony and Three-legged Races

For me, Sunday mornings mean heading down to Tynemouth Rowing Club; as you may already know.
Again, as you might know, both Bobby and Niall are ill. I row when I'm ill! I went to a regatta when I was ill.

Nevertheless, I got down to rowing, courtesy of the ever brilliant Michael, and spent several upcoming hours not rowing, but, instead, babysitting Saskia. It's not all that bad, really. We did do some brilliant three-legged racing, however, it'll be nice when Bob's back on his feet; he's much better at looking after her. Bless 'em. So cute!

Back to superficial matters: I ate a burger and a sausage at the post-rowing barbecue. Yes peeps, October barbecue. I later ate my entire Sunday dinner. I have a big Sunday dinner. Loads of mashed potato.

Right, enough monologic drivel. Exeunt.

Wacky times with Michael

An eventful night to say the least! Michael dragged me out of the house at 7 o'clock, we got rejected from Niall's house, took a detour to McDonald's, where Karl was having his break, and eventually got back to Niall's house about an hour after that, and watched a film: Yes Man, with Jim Carrey. I mean, we watched Yes Man, which stars Jim Carrey. Jim wasn't actually with us.

After that, the night calmed down, until, of course, Michael did his usual taxiing. Yeah...

Anyway, I have an exam in 8 hours. Sleepytimes are required. Night!