Losing An Old Friend

A second day on the bike and I have to negotiate my way around a serious set of road works that have suddenly appeared in Spondon. They are in the process of laying down a new road surface and I notice that a pothole that I have been swerving around for the last eight years has finally gone. That pothole and I go back a long long way. 2006 in fact. It’s like losing an old friend.

Tennis tonight, which at first appears to be in some doubt as the heavens open just as I’m about to leave work. The rain eases and by the time I reach Nottingham, the roads are totally dry. Nottingham has missed the storm completely. So tennis goes ahead and I lose 6-3 6-1. We retire to the Victoria, along with the dogs who have joined me tonight with L and Daughter having gone off to punch the lights out of something or other at boxercise.

(Thursday 21^st August)