On the bike today, I survive the roads and my still fraying shorts. L vows to stitch them before I get arrested for indecency.
It’s a nice sunny day for cycling, indecent or not. I think today might be summer.
L swims 50 lengths. Blimey. I feel faint at the thought, hope I never have to swim that far. Apart from in the Great North Swim of course. I must train for that sometime.
I get a confusing text from Daughter saying ‘after these assignments I shall start to sort my life out’. Confusing because it could have come from L. That’s the sort of text she sends me three times a week. Like mother, like Daughter.
(Tuesday 7th May)