Wilson, having slept almost all day yesterday, woke me at the crack of dawn this morning asking for a lift to the gym.
I drove him there and he bought himself a year's membership; he generously offered to buy a membership for me too, but I declined. He was, after all, using my VISA card.
I waited while he exercised, then we drove home again with W slumped in the passenger seat, exhausted.
As soon as we arrived home, W ate a massive meal of what he described as "energy food" (but looked very much like ants with deep-fried Xmas pudding) then went to sleep, leaving instructions that he should be woken in time for dinner.
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