G and I were watching Supersize v Superskinny last night and at the end of the programme they said to log on to the Channel 4 website if you want to sign up for the next series. I asked G if I should sign up for it to which G replied all innocently “So which would you be?”. I looked at G intently who then realised the grave error, an equivalent of not instantly giving the correct answer to the question “does my bum look big in this?”, and said “superskinny?”. Still the wrong answer because as we all know the response should have been “you’re perfect the way you are”.
It’s G’s birthday on Saturday, which has had me breaking out in a sweat because I have been rather short of present ideas. I think I have come up with a few suitable gifts now though, which is a relief, but also might make up for me not actually being about on Saturday because I have to go to Sheffield until Sunday. G is meeting up with some friends and going to Nottingham instead. We are passing G across at a service station on the M1, the ultimate birthday treat I am sure you will agree… G does seem quite excited by this prospect having never been to Nottingham before. It’s a simple life.