Not the best of pub lunches today. My colleague
insists on the Waterfall which will at least have the cricket on, which turns
out to be not much of a bonus considering Australia’s last wicket stand. The
Abbot is off (again) and the Doom Bar is off as well, but they didn’t tell you
that by turning round the pump clip, you had to taste it to find that out yourself. We
send it back and end up on dreaded creamflow. So bad, I consider asking for the
gone off Doom Bar back. The food isn’t great either.
After work, L gets home from the gym and we do a
seamless changeover with the boys as I head for the tennis court for the first
time this year.
It’s been a battle to get a court and it looks like
we’ll only get an hour. We won't be able to overrun because
all the courts are showing up as booked for the rest of the evening, at least
according to the online booking. I blame that Murray chap. Although this proves
not to be the case and there are plenty of free courts, so we do manage to
complete my 2-6 3-6 defeat. Clearly it’s just another council ploy to lose
money.
Afterwards my opponent suggests the Victoria at Beeston for a
drink, which I’m more than up for. His partner’s lad and his friend are there,
drinking beer. Blimey, how did they do that?
Back home, L has prepared salmon curry but then
keeps pinging me suggestive texts that are distracting me from my Lincoln Green
Porter. I finish my pint and make my excuses. That curry might have to wait.
(Thursday 11th July)
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