Apprehensive

I know I'm fitter than I used to be and big thanks to everyone who seems to be noting to my face that I've lost weight (although I suspect if I get on a scales I will still be the same weight that I have been since 2000 - 13 and a half stone) but tonite I have been invited to play an extra hour's foop-ball before the main hour's foop-ball.

I said yes, naturally, but what if I can't manage two hours of exercise? Disaster!!!

By the way, I wish I could take credit for 'foop-ball' but I can't. It comes from a wick-ass series of books. No prizes for telling me what that series is or who it features. I will leave you with a snippet:

"Have you any idea of the score?"
"Not a clue."
"Those rufians hav interrupted us 6 times. So one must assume half a dozen goles. If only our defence was more lively, quicker on the takle!"

Good Weekendstart to you dear sirs and madams..