Accordingly to Mr ‘David TLF Attenborough’ the weekly existence of yours truly consists of the following:
And he adds, “now and again I see you and I wave.”
While there might be a smidgen more to it than that (and who doesn’t love a smidgen), it isn’t a bad description and if he added in:
OCCASIONAL BOUTS OF ILL- ADVISED SKOOL NITE DRINKING
FREQUENTLY DELAYED TRAINS
he’d have the perfect Wikipedia or Encyclopedia Britannica entry depending on your reference preference.
Oh but he hadn’t quite finished.
“And then at weekends you watch football. And now and again I see you and I wave.” Ouch.
To prove I am a more rounded and thoughtful TLF than this probably suggests I went with a big gesture. Friday afternoon off work, lunch in a posh London venue and NO football attendance for a second weekend running. I still can’t decide if his Satday morning, “You’re really not going to a football match. It’s not a trick?” line was endearing or annoying. Anyway as I was trying to be nice I let it go and focussed on the spending quality time together thing.
By Sunday of course I did get slightly itchy feet and so aided with the bribe of Sunday lunch I secured a 3 hour pass to go to the gym and do a tiny bit of work. Only to receive a plaintive phone call from a not very well Mr TLF who had retired to his bed with a severe malady.
You see this is why I selflessly spend so much time at the gym/work/pub/football. It’s for him. It’s to manage his TLF allergy. Clearly too much TLF can seriously damage your health.