L asks... even though she hates doing so... but feels she
has to... although it goes against the grain... whether I’d mind if she has her
hair cut short... to be more like an athlete.
I’m inconsolable. Actually I
thought it was already short, I didn’t think it could be any shorter. I also thought that those girls with ponytails that I’d been chasing on my bike were
athletes. Bugger. No, of course I don’t mind.
Our Glastonbury tickets arrive along with their eye
catching photos. Hilariously I look like a reject from the Mafia whereas L looks like she’d
just got out the bath. She probably had, I can’t remember now when I snapped
that one.
She asks for a list of the tents that they'll be at the festival. I
misunderstand at first, she doesn’t mean the bands or a plan of where
we’re camping. No, she looking for the knitting tent, the Pilates tent, the book
tent etc...
I send her a link to last year’s programme. The glass
blowing, candle making etc start on page 82. I’m sure knitting and Pilates are in
there somewhere.
L goes for a quickie run with a friend but I’m being
sensible tonight and skipping squash, to aid recovery and avoid further injury.
So L proposes a Faux-Friday instead. So
zips up, not that I have any on my shorts and pan out, for the Thai Curry.
(Thursday 11th June)
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