Mayweather vs Pacquiao wasn‘t a great fight but I‘ll always remember it In the very early hours of yesterday morning I turned off my alarm by throwing my phone against the wall. Unfortunately it‘s not a smartphone, so it just bounced off and carried on alarming. I dragged myself from my pit of sleep, like a boxer from his poverty, and prodded my wife in the ribs.“Wake up,” I said.“I‘m awake,” she said, in that voice she uses when she‘s not awake at all, and is just trying to fool me while she sneaks in an extra couple of hours. I took her by the ankle and tugged her out of bed. A sleeping body makes a heavy thump on a bedroom carpet at 4am.“You don‘t have to do this, you know,” I said. I was half-hoping she‘d flake, so I could go back to sleep as well.“No, I want to,” she mumbled from the tangle of bedclothes, so I fireman-carried her downstairs and I turned on the kettle and we huddled on the sofa in the yolk-like lamplight to watch the plucky Manny Pacquiao fight the loathsome Flo...
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