Love is... catching your other half on TV

[owned_by_a_cat]

Keeping ridiculous hours only gets harder as you get older.  When you're 17, staying  up forever is a hoot.  When you get to my age, it's a challenge.

Yes, I got up at 3am and drove to the station.  I got back home, tried to catch some sleep, tried to do some work... tried to being the operative.  My brain was mush.  But I got through the day, remembered to tape all the relevant programs on TV as instructed, managed not to screw up client websites I was working on, got the ironing done (brainless exercise that, and I can watch Bleach while I do it) and drove to the station to pick hubby up on his return.

He was just as zonked, but had stopped off in Central London on the way back to get me some live Olympic pictures for the England website.  He failed to mention that that included an hour-long brisk walk along a heaving Southbank, just to get to Tower Bridge!  (The train ticket he had bought did not include the Underground)  It made me feel guilty, as I had idly asked for pictures if he saw any.  I hadn't intended for him to traverse London on foot at the end of an endless day...

And then, today, when we were finally awake enough to watch the recording of the race he'd been to see... we spotted him by the roadside, in full colour on the BBC!  Just for a laugh.

Now, here's to a repeat performance to watch the time trial on Wednesday...