A 'Brief Interlude'

Poor Gareth.

Here he is, practically drooling over the thoughts of eating his favourite foods. But alas, not having the right tools for the job (i.e. a barbecue).

So I felt pity for him, and decided, after a long LONG period of thinking.....

... to buy him, not only a BBQ, but give his back garden a little 'facelift' too. With a small fence, a rather tidy looking terrace and a picnic bench.

He was more than excited at the prospects of being able to cook his hot dogs, that he nearly fell over his feet to start using his BBQ.



Standing sentry over the grill, he turned the sausages over and over, making sure that they were cooked evenly. And making sure that they didn't get burned in the process.



Then, with a broad grin on his face, he sat down at the bench and relished every single morsel until he'd polished off at least one hot dog.



Sadly, he was full and couldn't eat the whole plateful, but because he'd also upgraded his fridge for a far better one.... he stored the leftovers away until he was hungry again (and not worry about his food being spoiled).

But then came the bad news.

His personal trainer wasn't happy with Gareth. He said that if he was to 'keep trim', he'd have to 'up the ante' a little bit.

And proceeded to give Gareth a rather strict exercise program.

It was all well and good using the treadmill at home and the equipment at the gym, but now Gareth had to combine all aspects of exercise.



Workout with either the TV OR radio.
Followed by a jog around the town.
Then a half hour swim at the local gym.

So, off went Gareth, in the early hours of the morning, exercising with the radio.



Then a jog around the town that must have lasted a few hours.




By the time he'd finished his 'circuit training' routine with that half hour swim, he was thoroughly and utterly exhausted. And flopped into bed. Snoring deeply.