Time for a fitness test, so I go for a 5k run at lunch time. I go out for my run despite the on-off heavy rain showers and completely avoid getting a single drop on my head during my run then it soaks me when I nip back out for a sandwich.
As regards the fitness test, I have no problems at all. So Clowne is on.
In the evening I’m out in Derby doing the usual combo of a few beers in the Brunswick followed by something brown and unappetising to eat at Wetherspoons. Things are particularly brown on a Tuesday as its steak night. I manage to track down some almost healthy looking pasta and go for that. My friend's latest venture has seen him become a white van man.
On heading home I am warned to expect to find dog and ball in the wheelie bin. Seems like a pleasant night has been had at home.
(Tuesday 17th November)