Punch Bag

I was wondering what to blip tonight. Jo is working. I am home alone, then I was garage alone.

Now that Jo's little car is sold the punch bag is waiting to be punched. There is space in the garage.

I actually worked up a mild sweat doing this. And lets face it, I don't do the hard man face very well. Probably not for the past 20 odd years. Probably not even then. Probably a good thing.

It is nice to belt a punch bag every now and then though. I think the last time I did this I was imagining beating the crap out of my ex-boss.

He was, and still is a loser.