I cycle to work as I can’t walk. Actually, cycling doesn’t prove too easy either and that’s before I get a puncture. I really must change my rear tyre, it’s so thin there’s no wonder I’m getting flats.
I park up at work and make sure it’s locked up really well. Can't be too careful. L cycles too and does an impressive 10k. On the gym bike of course, in the absence of a real one.
The police still haven’t managed to issue with us with a crime number. Their system, which sends them out by text, has crashed and there are apparently 150 of us waiting for one. Technology eh?
I cancel squash... the ankle is that bad. L is horrified because I never cancel anything or perhaps because she’s supposed to be my understudy. Although I don’t think this applies to squash or to Sunday’s Northampton Half Marathon.
(Thursday 19th September)