It’s the end of another era today, the council are collecting the old double bed today along with its lightly notched headboard. I did remember to remove the handcuffs first. I'm more sad about the headboard than the bed, which was truly knackered. I’d bought that headboard especially as the old one had nothing to grab on to, so I didn’t really see it as having much use. Ah, the fond memories.
I have a very eventful morning on the bike. It wasn’t the rain that was the problem, more the wind and the two punctures. I went down a rather large pot hole and punctured both tyres at once. Never done that before. It has to be said the roads are in a dreadful state at the moment but they don’t tend to start fixing them until late summer.
The Brunswick has its Damson Stout on at lunch time, which goes down very well.
Squash is off, as there are still no vacancies for a game this week.
I get back on the bike to ride home and cross my fingers. I can’t have any more punctures because I’ve used up all my tubes.
L heads off to do a duathlon. Running to spin then running home. She arrives home dripping with sweat. Very nice.
(Thursday 26th February)