At lunch time I collect a now repaired number two bike. So that should be fit for another couple of years of hammering.
L informs me she's off to have it all chopped off today, her hair that is. I have my black armband on. She says she's going for the Helen Mirren look. Only with darker hair, much younger and much more attractive. Other than that the likeness is uncanny. It’s just a shame it's not a bit longer.
L looks good and I try to express my appreciation but she tells me I'll be late for squash. Although I needn’t have rushed as my opponent is ten minutes late himself.
(Thursday 24th October)