Busy doing nothing

CS is a man of few words.  In fact he mainly communicates through grunts and sighs with occasional hand gestures.  But when he does say something, it tends to be very important.

Like this Friday, when he said, simply, "Enough".  I then had to play a game of charades with him to figure out exactly what he was referring to.

I'm still not sure to be honest, but it got me thinking.

I've been following this slow half marathon training plan for numpties on and off for at least seven weeks.  This means that I have been thinking about running here there and everywhere.  I've been talking about running here there and everywhere.  I've also actually been running here there and everywhere.  Which means that CS has been standing in the cold here there and everywhere.  Cheerfully & Soulfully as his name implies.  But also I suspect Coldlfully and Boredfully.  He has LoR with him with all my medical supplies, so  I probably need to add Worriedfully to the list of fullys that he was perhaps trying to mime.

He e-mailed me confirmation of a ferry ticket to the Isle of Wight for this weekend (oh yes, he e-mails a lot, but doesn't say much in his e-mails either).  From this I assumed that he was going to see his folks.  I asked him if this was correct.  I got a "D'oh" in response, which I think was an affirmative.  I asked him if he wanted me to come too.  I got an "Errrrrrrm?" in response, which I think was an affirmative too.  I asked if we were bringing our bikes.  I got an "Unghhhh" in response, which I took to be a "shut the eff up about bl**dy bikes, bl**dy running and bl**dy triathlons.  Can't we just do b*gger *ll this weekend?".  Although I might have misplaced some of the asterisks.  Or completely misinterpreted.

Anyway, this weekend we did bu**er *ll on the Isle of Wight  And it was wonderful***.


***Mainly because his dad has got a load of triathlon books and magazines, and I spent the whole weekend reading them.