I am on the bus today, tapering again and saving myself (well, my legs) for
squash. Then after a pub lunch, I’m ready for anything, even squash.
The tree men aren’t here today which gives Doggo a chance to
have a last wee up the trees before they go. He’s also helpfully working his
way through the off cuts, gradually disposing of them by munching his way through
them.
Squash is better again and I win a game this week as
opponent regrets insisting on one more game when his legs are clearly saying
the opposite. I win that one.
(Thursday 24th September)
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