I’ve been trying to get back into some sort of life rhythm.
You know the kind – clean your house the night before bin day, do a weekly shop, attempt to stop drinking for a month, and generally get more exercise.
You’re right, I’m turning into a bit of a bore.
But I have been loving the curling on the Winter Olympics. It actually represents my life: it’s sport, combined with an excellent amount of sweeping already-clean surfaces, there’s no wine allowed on the pitch/field/court and there’s probably some sort of half-time orange equivalent. Not only that, but there’s even something called a hammer to represent my own lacklustre DIY attempts.
And we also aren’t rubbish at it. Well done to both the women’s and men’s teams for bringing home enough medals to see us equal our record medal haul from the 1929 winter games.