Woke earliy this morning and took the opportunity to have a bit of a work out in the gymnasium. After those pictures appeared last week, I realised that it would be a crime not to hone such a perfect musculature. After dashing to the pool for a quick couple of laps decided that breakfast would be the last of Dawkins's spotted dick from yesterday.
It really is difficult to beat pudding for breakfast!
Unsure how the rest of the day will pan out but Clarence tells me that I have a lot of calls scheduled. Farting Freddie has offered to fly us all to Cardiff tomorrow to watch the rugger, so I may just prepare for that.