You!
Yes you in the green bathrobe; sitting there on the couch. Expression like a half-intelligent zombie while you’re bashing away at that laptop.
Haven’t you got a million things to do, f’crissake?
You’ve got a horse to exercise – prior to competing in Gloucestershire with him tomorrow.
You’ve got to drive down the motorway then walk and learn a cross-country course (see above).
You’ve got to run through your final pre-competition check-lists and load the lorry.
And your in-laws are coming at 2-ish, staying for tea and you’re cooking!
And you haven’t done the shopping yet, have you? No, I knew you hadn’t.
You haven’t even taken your lovely wife breakfast in bed yet – haven’t even made breakfast yet!
Idle, that’s what you are; bone bloody idle.
Now get cracking before I tell everyone how you’ve been sitting there wasting time for the last two hours.
Go on, get a bloody move on.
🙂
B.
Are you up yet?
Dude!
Yep. I staggered off the couch, lurched about the house doing stuff. Soph didn’t get breakfast in bed – she came down for it – and then got on with getting things done.