Philippa’s sports club have their annual challenge weekend against a rival club from Suffolk this weekend. Two days of pointless activities to try and prove one group of middle-aged tossers are better than another. Philippa is excited because her ankle is finally back to full strength and she wants to ‘get back to competitive action.’ She also wants me to go along and watch. Now I like to be supportive, but I’m really not interested. I don’t want to have over-fit men in their 50s looking down on me because my skills are intellectual rather than physical. Plus, watching Philippa jiggle about in a tight badminton dress for an hour is bad for my blood pressure and libido. I’m likely to drag her off the court and try to hump her in the volleyball cupboard. (pardon the expression - not sure I’ve used the term ‘hump’ in this blog before)
I now have to find the balance between putting myself through something I hate, but getting bonus points from Philippa, or having a nice weekend at home but being hated by my girlfriend.
It’s a tough decision, and one I feel I can only make after a large portion of chips and a shandy….
RC 12-10-12
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