After dropping their respective offspring at school, our brave heroes met up at the designated point, suitably prepared with flasks, sandwiches, hats and gloves. Unlike all the previous walks, today was bloody freezin'. "What's the forecast?" asked one of our bold boys. "Rain, sleet, snow, drizzle, mist, fog, high winds and freezing temperatures" came the reply.
Although their motives for getting fit and healthy are pure and true, our heroes know when enough is enough.
"Let's just go for a fat boy's breakfast instead" suggested the evil one, to which the other - easily led as usual - agreed.
A quick drive to a nearby high class venue with an unsurpassed reputation.
Although their motives for getting fit and healthy are pure and true, our heroes know when enough is enough.
"Let's just go for a fat boy's breakfast instead" suggested the evil one, to which the other - easily led as usual - agreed.
A quick drive to a nearby high class venue with an unsurpassed reputation.
Soon saw the table overflowing with a feast fit for a king. 
Well, that's partly true as one half of the intrepid duo opted for the less calorific toast and scrambled egg option.Having taken their fill of the heart attack inducing goodies and almost bursting at the seams (well one of them at least), the lads could take no more and after going their own way for a couple of hours to perform a few chores, met up at the small one's residence for tea and cake - a swatch at the papers and a muck about on the computer.All in all much better than trudging up some bleak hillside in sub-zero temperatures.
And..................
As if that wasn't bad enough only a few hours later our brave lads would be found giving an excellent account of themselves with some chums, swigging wine and beer, eating curry and telling tales of their fantastic exploits in the great outdoors.
Who said getting fit can't be fun?
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