The legs are still functioning after another day on the bike but I hobble a bit through dog class. Afterwards I rendezvous with young Picasso in pub who has been in Mickleover painting her Mum’s bathroom. L describes her skills as more Bob The Builder but when has Bob The Builder ever ran to a painting job. Although I bet Picasso was more of a triathlete.
I finally get around to booking some flights for our ski trip. Oddly a trip to Zurich proves by far the cheapest option, so Switzerland it is this year. L agrees to come with me on the basis that someone has to keep me on the straight and narrow. Personally I think she’s more likely to lead me astray.
(Wednesday 11th March)