Extra! Extra! (2)

I started a post about the boy having a job as an extra in a movieeee, which is wonderful because it is only the second time I have ever known him to have paid employment, but I didn't have time to finish it so sent it to drafts and it seems to have vanished. Since I started, I'll try to finish by recovering it from my own addled brain.

He had to grow a beard for the part, which he hates. The last time I saw him I thought he looked rather dapper. He told me the film people had trimmed it to make him look more French. I do hope it isn't a porn movie. Anyway, thank goodness he didn't look as bad as Euan Blair, who has the misfortune to have inherited his mother's sad-puppy eyes and his father's weak-mouthed grin. (Must learn how to do link, so I can nick other people's stuff, especially other people's flowers' stuff).

I feel fed up, exhausted and low, aching from a bit of physical exercise after the months of inactivity. I do want to get fit again, amd I know I will feel better when I am, but why does it have to hurt more each year?