I’m still tapering of course. L is very clear that the only
injury that will be countenanced pre Vitruvian is shoving Doggo's tongue down
his throat if he doesn’t stop licking everything that does or doesn’t move.
Meanwhile L’s on her travels, off to Leamington to see Son.
There are loads of Reading Festival folk on her train which I think makes my
hip festival girl feel she’s missing out. I think we might have to do
Glastonbury again... If we do, I will start the campaign for Ride a bit
earlier.
At home, we have a man painting our bottoms black. They are
slowly putting the finishing touches to our new rendering.
After work I meet L off her train at Derby station and we
head to the Alexandra for a few very naughty but nice beers. We discover Buttermuch is
on, so it turns into more than just a naughty few and I've already had a pub
lunch.
(Thursday 27th August)
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