There is no need to punish me. As I suggested yesterday, you may have concocted some form of punishment if I was to break my promise and have another late night.
Hopefully you were not thinking of anything too severe, such as walking over burning coals or jumping out of an aeroplane without a parachute. But I shall not be doing either, as I am proud to announce - yesterday evening I was in my bed at sensible o’clock as opposed to silly o’clock.
And before this earlyish night, what an eventful evening it was. I played tennis, baseball and ten pin bowling. This all took place in my dear friend Chamelles lounge, thanks again to technology.
I’m also glad to report, my sporting skills are slightly better than my driving skills. Even though my fitness level said I was a 77 year old woman! Erm, I’m not 77 yet! I excused myself by blaming tiredness and central heating. Then my friend and I tucked into chocolate cake and carrot cake and I headed home for bed.
77 years old! That’s frightening. I’ve got another 43 years to go before all my teeth fall out and I can have 77 candles on my birthday cake.
There must be something wrong with the computer.
Happy weekend to you all.
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