I have a new love in my life, and her name is Terry Watkins.
Tonight's squash game couldn't have been better. I feel like I've been dragged through a hedge and kicked back over by an angry cow. Mind you, they do say if you feel better for a game of squash, you haven't played it right.
Terry is either slightly better or not quite as good as me, depending if you take the first or second game as evidence. The third game ended half way through because he's not as fit as me. All in all it's by far the best game I've had since leaving the UK. And even better, he plays guitar and wants to start a band. I'm so excited I could paradiddle on the spot. I have another game lined up for saturday afternoon, followed by dinner with him and his missus - get me, the big socialite.
In other news, it's three weeks today till wifey sets out for these shores. Things are looking up.
I have a fitting session tomorrow for my five shirts and one trouser, news of that event to appear on this very blog.
Be good.
