On National Cycle to Work Day I cycle to work. Ta da.
L swims and then sends me an email of open water swims.
Which I initially assume she has sent to the wrong person but no, it is
because she fancies the Solent Swim. Which says it is between two and a half and three
miles, presumably depending on the current and how many boats you have to avoid.
Tennis tonight and I dig out the yellow-ist of all the tennis
balls I have. It could be a dark one, the nights are creeping in rapidly. Apparently it’s also Nottingham
Tennis Centre's 25th anniversary this weekend.
It's not a bad game but I refuse
to play a third set. Two is quite enough thank you.
L runs there and then we take the dogs to the pub. The dogs
do like their pub.
(Thursday 3rd September)
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