A Distant Sound

I cycle in today. A glorious morning. Warm, dry, sunny with little breeze, not much traffic on the roads, birds singing blah blah etc etc and the distance sound of a dog barking. That’ll be MD then. He was practising hard before he even left the house.

The weather forecast is not looking promising for our first tennis match of the year on Thursday. My opponent has already suggested trying to get a squash court just in case. We can always cancel it if the weather looks good.

Unbelievable. Just rang Portland and they said when you would you like 6.00, 6.45 or 7.30! We can’t usually get in, at all. Where’s everyone gone? More ammunition to the council, they’ll be closing it.

They’re not swimming because for L’s possibly last Great Swim training session there were only three of them in the pool. So they'll be filling that in as well and extending the gym.

I take the boys on the park. There are deer everywhere, totally ignoring the designation deer areas. At this time of the year, we have to keep out of the calving areas, according to all the signs. Only the deer calve where the hell they like. Can they not read?

(Tuesday 14th June)