I run into work but it’s a total disaster. Have you ever done a run
where you need the loo the whole time, for something you couldn’t nip in the
hedge for? So I didn’t do much running and didn’t really get to see what shape
the legs were in for Sunday’s race.Perhaps it's best not to know.
Somebody really doesn’t want me to do the Droitwich Half.
L is having a hell of a fun time with her computer at work
and it’s on off relationship with email and the internet. She says she’ll never
understand computers and a good job too. I’d be out of a job if L (and everyone
else) did.
She says life was so straightforward in the ‘old’ days,
she’s one of the bring back the typewriters and Tippex brigade. I never
did get the hang of Tippex, which was far from straightforward. I always ended
up with something resembling a scale model of the Himalayas on my page.
In the evening I’m out with an old school pal. At least my
luck is changing on the beer front, dark beers tonight from Milestone and the
Derby Brewery. Now I just need my running luck to turn.
(Tuesday 26th February)
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