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)