Right now, I should have been playing squash, as mentioned in my last blog. And I did want to be playing squash. My racquet, squash balls, and suitably sporty clothing are sitting beside me on the sofa.
The excuses began yesterday - "the other guy who's meant to be playing hasn't got back to me", "the squash racquet I ordered on ebay hasn't turned up yet". Oh, and "a friend of mine happens to be having a leaving do on thursday night".
I might be playing sunday, but I'm not going to get my hope up.