I broke hubby!

When I got home from work yesterday, hubby was already in bed waiting for a cuddle and a nap. He gave me his big sad face (think Puss in Boots in Shrek) and said “You broke me.”

Uh-oh, what have I done now?

“I can’t eat fish and chips any more”, complained he morosely.

Aha, and you know this, how? (As if I didn’t know the answer.) Apparently he caught up with a friend and work colleague who has been away at the pub at lunchtime today. And after proudly telling me last week about how he has been making healthier choices at lunchtime, he decided to order fish and chips. For non-Brits/Aussies, this translates as cod/haddock etc deep fried in batter with fries. And now he had tummy ache. Poor baby! He can’t eat greasy food anymore. I broke him!

But he still loves me….

I wrote this on my blog a few days ago:

Exercise goals for this week: do all three TT workouts, one yoga and at least an hour of a fun activity. Not off to a good start with that last one as nobody at work is available for badminton, and hubby hates it so much, I can’t even bribe him to play. None of my friends live particularly near me. Anybody out there in Manchester who fancies a game of badminton this week???

Anyhow, he got a package in the post this morning. He has ordered a badminton racket so we can play together. I may not have met him till I was 35, but damn he was worth the wait!