Rob:

So! Sat about in the house (as you do) with a broken foot. Now the thing about a broken foot is that you can't really walk. With a pair of crutches you can sort of achieve this weird ape-like swinging limp thing, which is all well and good if you want to get from the sofa to the sink. But, like a pre-Russel T. Davis Dalek, stairs are a bit of an issue..

All this means I've been lounging on the sofa, trawling through people's Facebook profiles like a physically impared cyber-stalker. Whilst doing so, I came across a travel blog that someone was writing as they were off on their 'adventures'. I decided that I could write an equally, if not more entertaining blog about my life in Sheffield.

Danny did the same.

So the test begins. Can my life in Sheffield be funnier and more exciting than all those people who are off in the various parts of the world riding on elephants and happy-slapping dolphins?

We shall find out...

Danny:

So a blog about not travelling on a blogging site for travellers? Well, yes..
Just because I'm not off half way round the World waving at the poor and sympathising while updating my Facebook status on my iPhone doesn't mean I can't have fun or one off experiences in my home City!
So, my day started with work. I don't mind too much with working a Saturday as it's earned me some good money. That's the NHS for you. I was home for just before 3pm and the cat, as well as me, needed feeding. He got Duck in Gravy, I don't think he wanted that though as he proceeded to sniff it and then just sat there staring at me. I on the other hand had a home-made Chicken Pie with Roast Potatoes and Gravy. It was divine.
After polishing that off, I got a text from Rob, a good friend and fellow blogger/partner in crime. He's currently a cripple because after some rigorous Nightclub dancing he broke his 3rd Metatarsal. It's the effort that counts, right? In his text he stated that he was bored and required some company which in layman's terms means "come make me a cuppa' and let the cat out will you". How could I say no, it wouldn't be fair on the cat.
And thus we are here. It's the small hours of Sunday morning and I'm finishing my blog..