Day 7 - Monday

Wake up late, snooze about. Eventually get on with work. Can't concentrate or get much done, go on the forum, While thread surfing come across the thread about that hb from the real hustle, have a little look (it can't hurt right?)

30 minutes later manage to drag myself away from the inevitable porn site. (find a new one, Porn wall. Very slick and easy to navigate. Bastards)

Now extremely frustrated, go out on the road for a bit, do some more work but not very efficiently.
Get an email from ex, delet it.

Feel like proper shit now

4pm realise I am getting bugger all done and HAVE to get out of the house (usually I can knuckle down and work through, not today)

Go to the gym, it appears the hb8 from reception is now working as a trainer, she's giving a young looking blonde hb8.5 an induction, try not to check her out. Bloody difficult. My routine means I have to use machine next to them

"Am I going to get in your way girls?"

Hb8.5 "No you're fine" (slightly flustered) Smiles

During the cardio set, hb8.5 finishes her induction and gets on the bike next to mine, do some peripheral vision stuff to see if she glances over (girls are usually fricking subtle abt looking at guys), don't think so. Consider opening with a situational comment on Blue Peter on the telly (presenter is wearing a bloody awful top that makes her look like a hunchback), decide not to as I'm pushing the cardio workout and will be gasping like a dirty ol perv man.

Don't improve on any pb's, BUT do my programme in an hour (normally takes about one hour 20), Interesting.

Also feel bloody brilliant afterwards, feel like I could run through a wall.

Rump steak on special offer at Tesco's, decide to have "Desparate Dan" style Steak for Supper. Happy Days. Fid myself checking out any vaguely serviceable woman in Tesco's, and not even Subtly.

Pervy but don't give fuck. (unlike me)

Get text from Captn Freedom, "do i want to sarge tomorrow night?"

"Fuck yes", salsa is off too so I can start at a decent time. and can try out BCB's "fight" line.

Decide to try and divert my energy to work tomorrow, plan to set early alarm and be Mr Employee of the Month

Make an effort to tidy the damn house too


Consider talking a day off work and joining Tebbs in London one night, can't get back to the village at night though.
Will my mate let me crash at his gaff in Clapham if I'm not out with him?