Slowly bimbling about, not doing a lot

Today's a day of rest - it says exactly that on my roster - so it's a shame to use it for anything other than that. A slow roll out of bed at a civilised hour; cast a contemptous eye over the mess in the kitchen, lounge and bedroom. Pick it up, dust it off and put it back in it's socket...

Today's the day of pain. A few hours ago, wandered up to town where at a certain address, in exchange for gifts of money, an attractive young lady dressed in white will rip all the hair off your back without anesthetic. No, I'm not being pervy, it's backwax time again. Actually, not as hurty as it was when I first started this foolishness. Still hurty though. Is there any particular reason I'm keeping this painful insanity up? No, not really. It's just that once I've been through that nastiness once, I'm damned if I'm going to revert to square one. It's sometimes a more than a metaphorical pain to be such a bloody minded male! If you're horroscope bound, you can put it down to me being Scorpio.

Anyway, I must toodle soon. There is wine to be drunk, somewhere in the world. Several bottles of it. And I must drink the stuff, to protect other people from damaging themselves with it. See, I'm a pretty selfless heroic type when it boils down to brass tacks...