I was up just after 4am this morning to see the Aussies hold on with 10 men for a draw with Ghana. It was a good game and put me in a good mood to go down to the basement to suffer for two hours on the bike trainer ... but then I saw the advert for the next programme.
A re-run of the Cameroon V Denmark game. I didn't know the score so I thought maybe I'd ditch (postpone maybe?) the ride and enjoy the football ... and then I had an idea. Bring the bike trainer into the living room. It was only 6am so I'd be finished before Jo and the kids got up. I could be packed up and out before anyone knew anything about it.
Within 5 minutes I was all set up and watching the game. The time definitely went faster. Before I knew it, it was half time and I was nearly at the hour mark. Then the master plan fell apart. I had laid down layers of old curtains, blankets, carpet tiles on the floor to absorb the noise and vibration (and to protect the rimu floors) but Jo still woke up. She said it wasn't loud but it must have carried a bit. I was rumbled.
She just thought I was mad. She sat in the same room and caught up with the 'internet world'. What I didn't realise was that she had taken a picture and posted it to Facebook.
Revenge WILL be sweet! :)