I got to the station tonight (taxi home as I had a couple of cheekies) and got a call from The War Office. The neighbour has accidentally licked the penycillin spoon. His youngest has a chest infection and is on pcyn. Neighbour is allergic 
T.W.O. advises that she has had a knock at the door from the parameds and has taken their kids in (4) until mummy neighbour comes home. Neighbour (husband) has gone to horsepiddle to get checked out.
I arrive (clutching another couple of cheekies in a bag from local corner shop
) and say "Oh how's your husband?"
How we laughed as she took stock of the situation.
She had much tea in our house before taking her brood home. Got on really well. It turns out her husband is a big a nutter as I am, and trawls doom sites, has trouble with stress, and .....
on a more serious note, suffers from panic attacks.
I used to years ago. Then I got fit. I would argue I am the fitest I have ever been (still a big lad though)
Anywho, I saw an opportunity to pay it forward. I have been through some serious stress recently (the likes of which I would have stood no chance of dealing with if I was not seriously fit) and (would not have got through without some help from my friends - I have no real ones, only CUKers which are far better IMVHO)
Neighbour gets stressed over minor things (like I did years ago), and does no fitness. Midlife crisis yada yada yada
I will take a seriously low profile and wait for him to come to me, but if I get no positive signs before pub time next week I will drag him out for several ales to discuss a possible fitness plan.
Neighbour is 44 I think, so will start slow. I reckon this "could" be a win win, keep me out of the pub, and get him of his arse.
Then when I have done enough, stand back and let him go it alone. Power walking perhaps? Or cycling? Or swimming? Or light jogging?
I will smother him with helpfulness until he has to get fit.
What could go wrong?
T.W.O. advises that she has had a knock at the door from the parameds and has taken their kids in (4) until mummy neighbour comes home. Neighbour (husband) has gone to horsepiddle to get checked out.
I arrive (clutching another couple of cheekies in a bag from local corner shop
) and say "Oh how's your husband?"How we laughed as she took stock of the situation.
She had much tea in our house before taking her brood home. Got on really well. It turns out her husband is a big a nutter as I am, and trawls doom sites, has trouble with stress, and .....
on a more serious note, suffers from panic attacks.
I used to years ago. Then I got fit. I would argue I am the fitest I have ever been (still a big lad though
)Anywho, I saw an opportunity to pay it forward. I have been through some serious stress recently (the likes of which I would have stood no chance of dealing with if I was not seriously fit) and (would not have got through without some help from my friends - I have no real ones, only CUKers which are far better IMVHO
)Neighbour gets stressed over minor things (like I did years ago), and does no fitness. Midlife crisis yada yada yada
I will take a seriously low profile and wait for him to come to me, but if I get no positive signs before pub time next week I will drag him out for several ales to discuss a possible fitness plan.
Neighbour is 44 I think, so will start slow. I reckon this "could" be a win win, keep me out of the pub, and get him of his arse.
Then when I have done enough, stand back and let him go it alone. Power walking perhaps? Or cycling? Or swimming? Or light jogging?
I will smother him with helpfulness until he has to get fit.
What could go wrong?
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