Going the extra mile

I will understand completely if exposure to this sort of image causes distress. Being a fitness freak is not all lying around watching rugby on the TV and imaging Ms Sharapova with a muzzle. Some of us get out there and do things to increase our self esteem and physical well being. My own dedication has taken me to new heights; here is a segment of the chocolate orange I am presently working on. It may not look much, but can you possibly imagine the willpower required to place this in front of the camera instead of just wolfing it down with a touch of "Bwavado and Spiwwit?"

Mrs Booty has gone to extreme lengths. That will be for the courts to rule on. Anyway she has bought me some Crunchie bars, which are my favorite. I can be tempted away from fair damsels by the offer of a crunchie bar. They will of course be included in my workout schedule, possible this evening after dinner but before supper. One doesn't want to put the foot flat to the pedal too early in such a rigorous regime.

Grandsonism.

"Grandma??..why do you wear such big pants?"

I swear he won't make his next birthday.