In the car today and I follow a chap onto Pride Park who has what I think is a personalised plate on his Audi. If so, his name is Sieve, which sounds Scandinavian or perhaps he’s a chef, or perhaps he's just not very good at spelling.
It’s dustbin day today, so I hurriedly email L to check on MD’s welfare. He was a tired little poppet this morning after his show yesterday and may not have had much patience with the dustbin men. I would hate for someone to have dumped him in their wheelie bin.
He seems to have recovered by the time it comes to his evening training session, there’s no rest for the wicked. It goes well and I even manage not to shut my finger in the storeroom door this week.
(Monday 11th April)