Valley of the Trolley Dollies

Last night, left work at 5:35 (early for me).
Made it to an earlier rush hour train and got a seat.
Whooshed home in air conditioned luxury.
Went in, changed straight into my guym clothes and trotted over the road to the gym.
Did a great workout that had me sweating, heart racing and endorphins running around.
Got back home.
Found out that our Honeymoon trip will get us to one of our fave cities on the same day that they celebrate their pride festival (Or CSD as they call it - hint hint). So, we’ll be partying with several hundred thousand rather attractive people til midnight.
Made poached eggs and ham on muffins (no Hollandaise - I have an expensive  outfit to get into in a few days) and enjoyed it.
Tidies up the spare rooms because we have guests Friday.
Tonight we’re out to see Pet Shop Boys at the Tower of London, which will be fab (because I’m a fan, and even if they came on and did Urdu Mouth Music for 90 minutes, I’d still love it).
Friday, a trip to a male spa for some general tidying and grooming pre-stag do.
Saturday, the Stag do. (Bachelor Party to those of you in America): About Twenty or Thirty of our friends will be taking us somewhere mysterious for a somewhat mysterious treat. It’s also the day of London’s annual Pride parade and party, so there’ll be al fresco consumption of alcohol all over the place. It’s also the England versus somebody else match, so there’ll be lots of ‘On me ‘ead’ ‘In the net’, ‘The Referees got canker’ (or something) and ‘Nice arse on that one’ (the last, probably from me).
There’ll also be fabulous weather, because I’ve had a word with the man upstairs and promised to convert to Scientlology if he lets it rain. And  he wouldn’t want to get one back from them only to lose another to them, would he?

So, all in all, coupled with the fact that all the arrangements are made, all the vendors except for one have been paid, and all the s*** that’s been flying around has settled down, Life is good.

And as if that’s not enough, D will, of course be buying me a puppy for my birthday, or else…

Although, of course, I’m sure I’ll find something to whine about in the coming days. I usually do.
 

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