Unconditional Offer

Today is my birthday and L says we can do whatever I like tonight. I like unconditional offers like that.

We ought to go out but it seems unfair on the boys, who have been home alone all day. If the rain ever stops we could splosh our way up to Beeston.

The rain actually eases as the day goes on and I manage to run 10k or so after work. It was perhaps not the best of ideas, my calves, both of them, were still a bit tender from Wednesday's effort. Now afterwards one of them is really tight. Oh dear.

Perhaps a walk up to Beeston will ease it. It doesn’t, although the ale and the Indian Mixed Grill certainly help.

(Friday 27th April)