I played badminton with the Prof tonight.
And despite wearing my Rosie O' Donnall sweatpants ( a necessity to hide my spotty knees). A bout of tennis elbow, residual bladder instability and flatulence
I won!
Figure that one out Sherlock.
There's life in the old dog yet!
Just back from an evening out with friends. Wow what a diference new hair nice dress n makeup makes!. Had to beat them off with a stick!. Never cared when i had alopecia, no makeup no attempt at clothes!. Not sure i like attention as i am still just me.x
ReplyDeleteGood for you sweetie x
Deleteonly you, john, only you...
ReplyDeleteTennis elbow, bladder instability, flatulence... Either there's NO life in the Old Prof yet or you scared him away.
ReplyDeleteHe's used to me
DeleteTwo post in one day!!!,You are spoiling us now and well done on your win!,Debi,xx
ReplyDeleteNo just once a day! Don't get too giddy xx
DeleteLol,as soon as pressed publish i realised that your lovely sleepy doggy photo was from Thursday...you will have to excuse me,I get overexcited sometimes!,Debi,xx
DeleteCongrats! That is more activity than my body has seen in an age.
ReplyDeleteI bent over to pick up the shuttlecock and blew off like the queen Mary's fog horn
DeleteBetter out than in John x
DeleteJohn,have you ever watched Mr Methane on you tube?,He has made a living out of doing this to music.I think after about a weeks practice,you could maybe earn a bit of money,tax free.You could have posters made of your self in your undies and put them up around the village to see if you could get a bit of weekend work..like weddings,21st parties ect.Debi,xx
DeleteOff to google
DeleteDid you google Mr Methane John and was you impressed?,Debi,xx
DeleteShuttlecock in Cockshut Wood? Shut that cock!
ReplyDeleteAh! It is good to test our limits and find we are still capable of grand things! Or, at least pretty good things.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! I've learned that after a certain age bending in various ways can have, shall we say "unexpected" results.
ReplyDeleteWell done! It's such an energetic choice of sport. I hope you shared a sherry afterwards à la Niles and Frasier Crane after their squash games.
ReplyDeleteThe Profman might be clever but he's rubbish at badminton. Perhaps he should take up darts instead.
ReplyDeletemmm, elementary dear boy, I see what you did there, tactics to distract the opposition, well done.
ReplyDeleteI'll spare you the LOL. but you can bet the neighbors wondered when they heard me. so glad you won the match.
ReplyDeletewho knew farting could be a secret weapon?
My evening so far has not quite involved farting but it does have an angry old cat who had to go through the indignity of me washing his bum.
ReplyDeleteI don't know which one of us was more grossed out by it.
I can guess which of you will get over it faster! Poor old puss, good for you.
DeleteWoof! Good boy!! I like it when each person in a couple has their own strengths :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your victory! It is nice to have you back blogging.
ReplyDeleteNatural athleticism?
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! The best thing about playing games with loved ones and friends is having fun. Winning is just a very nice, surprise bonus!
ReplyDeleteYou're a winner!!!
enjoy your win!
ReplyDeleteIs it within the rules of the sport to provide your own wind assistance?
ReplyDeleteAll the glamour, all of the time.
ReplyDeleteThat's my life
DeleteAnd meanwhile Prof is pirouetting all around you.
ReplyDeleteOn point
DeleteI had a cousin who played Badminton for England. Oh yes!
ReplyDeleteOMG. What can I say? Be careful out there. Don't overdo it. Sudden violent exercise that you're not used to can have unexpected consequences. It must have been a rare sight thought. ;-)
ReplyDeleteIn a yoga class amongst lycra clad lovelies there was ME! Built for comfort not for speed, I like you, was clad in floppy trews. I find with podge it pays NOT to advertise. All was going well until we did the down facing dog, when from out of nowhere (?) came the most awful noise. Our village was inhabited by the most snooty of bankers wives, who now had the perfect excuse as to why they walked around as if they had a smell under their nose! Luckily for me Trump had just been elected and I said ‘Wll that neatly encapsulates my views on America’s new president!’ They did have the grace to laugh. The funny thing was I never threw myself into yoga again with the same gay abandon, can’t for the life of me think why?
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Same thing happened in our yoga class with for one lady.No one titterd-I was so sorry or her as I could have had the same misfortune being a vegetarian x
Deleteflis... that cracked me up...’being a vegetarian’! I scratched my head (not my bott!) for a while until I came up with the answer... the culprit... BEANS. Did make me laugh...
DeleteLX
Good on ya!
ReplyDeleteWell done John!! The mental picture was pretty gross, but I coped, cheering you on through every point!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you didn't accidentally pee with the excitement of winning....
ReplyDeleteHo hum
DeleteI'd been so missing the unexpected fart stories!
ReplyDeleteYOU sir are are an inspiration to us all..A true example of What makes Britain GREAT!!! To overcome such adversities and to WIN. You make us proud to be British!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing the flatulence made it a gimme.
ReplyDeleteI think you are fitter than you think John ...... did the Prof suffer a lot of gloating in the car on the way home ?!!! XXXX
ReplyDeleteWhen I accomplish something strenuous, I am just proud that I lived.
ReplyDeleteThe flatulence may have been a deciding factor??
ReplyDeleteBravo!
ReplyDeleteKeep having fun.
The photo you picked is hysterical! Photoshop a blue cloud behind him and.... perfection!
ReplyDeleteBrown cloud?
DeleteI knew that last line without you telling me. There's masses of life there yet make no mistake.
ReplyDeleteWhatever works to win, John!!
ReplyDeleteGood Lord. I haven't played badminton since I was about 7 years old. In fact, I'm sure I've never really played it -- not with proper rules, anyway!
ReplyDeleteGreat fun steve
DeleteGood grief - what handicap does The Prof have???
ReplyDeleteJP
Too much brains
DeleteCongratulations.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what you mean by "spotty knees." Are they freckled?
I have a condition
Deletelol!
ReplyDeleteSwatted antique white feathered shuttlecocks over the clothesline when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteYou mad cow xx
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