Favourite Shirt

Inordinately pleased with myself.

After a truly gruelling two hour session with the Bank and Accountants I emerged blinking into the daylight with every fibre of my being screaming for a gallon of Deuchars. But I showed unusual levels of resolve, walked past the Oxford Bar (which even had the doors wide open and the sound of laughter and clink of glasses was wafting into the street) and headed for the gym.

Even happier with myself when I realised I'd packed my favourite shirt, the one that really winds the personal instructors up. Today only two of them said "Oh yes it is". The record is five. Gimps.

Mind you I have worked up a real thirst now!