Today JOE is feeling… rejuvenated.
It’s Friday afternoon so the weekend is almost upon us. With a sideways sneer in the direction of the lads rostered to work another sun-splashed Saturday and Sunday, we think we’ll skip out of the office early today – who cares?
As soon as we place the last tick on The Whiteboard Which Rules Lives, we’ll rush home, pull last week’s bermudas out of the press, shake them into some sort of shape and arse around the back garden with a can of Tuborg, a pair of tongs and some lighter fuel for the barbeque. Tomorrow it’ll be more of the same.  Sunday as well. Then on Monday we can burn off and build up by getting stuck into Mike McGurn’s intermediate training regime. That reminds me. Need to pick up some eggs.
