My chest is knackered, my throat is a mess and my head is banging.
I saw The Revenant today.
God, the cast must have been cold filming it.
I forgot to bloody make them.
On Pancake day. Or Shrove Tuesday. Whatever you like to call it, it’s a day for pancakes.
And I forgot. So I’m going to have to make them today.
It was a lovely, warm summer’s morning. The sun was beaming through the windows, and the birds outside were singing.
I’d just put on some Bob Marley to listen to whilst I shower, and the water took no time at all to heat up. I had a text on my phone asking if I wanted any coffee, and now it was waiting for me two floors below. It was a perfect start to a day.
I’m showering away, when I realise that one of my bollocks is seriously hurting. A quick feel around showed that it had also gotten bigger.
With Easy Skanking blaring away in the background it was clear; I was going to die. My balls had betrayed me.