Everything is wet

Everything is wet this morning. The weather continually teased me on the bike. It drizzled, so I put my jacket on. The sun came out, so I took it off. It drizzled, so I put it back on. Then the sun came out again, so... then it threw it down.Great tennis weather.

In the end, it does fine up for tennis. Although we do end up finishing in near darkness. I take the dogs with us to the pub again as L is at Abs Blast and Fight Klub. Yes, she is doing something that’s mis-spelt.

It takes an age to reach the pub, its traffic hell through the tram works and takes half an hour to get to Beeston. We could have walked it faster, had we not trashed each other on the tennis court.

(Thursday 28^th August)