William, or Will to his friends, seems to have gone missing.
I returned from work this evening with best intentions of doing an hour on the turbo. That was of course until I saw the bottle of red, breathing easily, like a basking whale through it's blowhole, the whale's blowhole not having a cork of course, unlike the wine which once had one but was now feeling as free and liberated as a Frenchman after D-Day. Anyway, as I was saying, I saw the bottle of red, saw the bike sat in eager anticipation of my arrival on the turbo-trainer in the kitchen, and it was just then, at that precise moment, that Will Power left the building.
If you see him let me know because it's his fault my mileage will be light this week.
Ha Ha, nicely put. Unfortunately Mr William Power has been visiting my house very regularly, and then PHHHT!! he vanishes just as regularly, usually around the same time that I come in from work, walk down the hall, say hello to the fam, make a brew, and then I cast my eye towards the sofa. Will Power,we call to you our old friend, my friends and I need you.
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