I was going to bike to work today but it’s just too windy. I
take the car instead and my swimming kit.
I receive an email from the duck, he’s just left home in Burnley
and is on his way to us.
L has her work's Christmas lunch, which is always somewhere posh.
This year it’s at Harts. Then she heads off to a double exercise class session to wear
it off.
In the pool, it's pretty much just me and my Russian. I do my
50 lengths before returning home to a street full of flashing blue lights. No
there hasn’t been a siege or a major medical emergency. This blue fantasia is purely
‘festive’. What is it with blue? And flashing? It’s certainly more Casualty than
Christmas.
(Monday 22nd December)
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