He’s been coming round a lot lately, persuading me and pretending to have my best interests at heart when really he’s a self-serving blighter.
When I’m thinking of going for a speed walk he’s telling me, “weather’s not too good today”. When I’m about to pop my kit on for a cross-trainer workout he’s at my shoulder saying, “you can’t exercise on an empty stomach”. Even when I’m thinking about some gentle stretching after a long stint of writing, he’s there with coffee and biscuits… “homemade why don’t you?” He always seems to catch me off guard.
I should never have listened. I gave in far too easily. I’m not usually such a pushover.
I’ve been thinking about where this copping out will get me and today I’m making a new start. I opened the door and threw him out. “And don’t come back,” I yelled so the neighbours could hear.
I’ve made up my mind to stand up to Mr Excuse.
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