In case you're wondering, I'm still alive. Just knackered. In fact it's just about 9 o'clock, and I'm thinking about going to bed. Training is hard going. Lots of important things to remember, like 'no sniggering', 'no sighing' and 'no swearing'. Which, for those of you who know me personally, is difficult.
I like expletives. There is a great deal of satisfaction to be had by muttering 'buggery, buggery, bollocks', under your breath when you've forgotten that really important piece of paper at home and you are two hours away from your bed. Expletives are brilliant adjectives 'it was fucking huge'. You can deny something with vehemence 'I wouldn't fucking touch him in a million years'. And you can wish someone to experience one of the nicest things in the world - 'fuck you'.
I'm going to bed now. Night.
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