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I'm back, fighting fit, large and in charge and [another generic declaration].

After a day or two of being unwell (a rare day off work) I'm back to my usual self and winding up friends. It's not my fault that one of my best friends let slip once that his girlfriend dreamt we'd tagged her in a devil's three-way.

What am I supposed to do with that information? Be flattered and never bring it up again? Or make occasional references to her face that I know she wants a piece of love?

Oh yes. It's the latter.

So this evening I've been mostly dancing around to DevilDriver (in my pants, damn heat-wave), cleaning the kitchen and making fruit salad. Surprisingly the girls aren't beating down my door.

When will girls realise I'm a catch. Pants-man OUT.