A Good Way To See Out The Year

This between festivities period of low traffic would be a great time to get on the bike but unfortunately it’s also a great time to be in the car. This morning I leave home at 8:25 and arrive at work at 8:45. That’s twenty minutes rather than the usual sixty.

It’s probably also a good time to swim. L has the whole pool to herself this morning.

We finish work early and I head off for the last Watt Bike session of 2015. It’s another brutal one because my stalker shows up again and takes the bike next to me. Back home L is googling ‘breed of dog that doesn’t like balls’. I have no idea why.

I had hoped that my first session at the velodome in 2016 might be on the track, now that they are preparing to pack the pantomime dames away for another year but no. Even though they haven’t put the January sessions up on the website yet most of them are already booked up. I book one for the 24^th, which was the earliest I could get.

By the time I get home L has ran a bath to share. Seems a good way to see out the old year. Another good way to see out the old year is in the pub.

We start off in the Blue Monkey pub where the landlord has his harem of barmaids dressed up as policewomen. It’s only a matter of time before someone offers round the handcuffs but we adjourn to the Borlase. Where we see out the old and see in the new.

(Thursday 31^st December)

Who Would Do A Thing Like That?

It’s still very windy, although I think Frankie is calming down a bit now, so I drive to work. Such is the lack of traffic that I delay my departure for work and have half an hour of ball chucking with boys. After a while I got the feeling I was just in their way and they were waiting for me to sod off to work. So I do.

L swims 28 lengths then runs out of time but because she is obsessive about such things she explains the situation to the chaps on lifeguard duty and they let her get back in so that she could round it up to 30.

It is quiet at work, so I complete the tax return.

I go to the gym after work having not even tried to talk myself out of it, much to L’s surprise. Who would do a thing like that?

L is at a pump class and loses the use of her arms as a consequence.

(Wednesday 30^th December)

Lock Out

Back at work today and I take the car, which is a shame really as it's a great cycling day weather wise and there’s hardly any traffic. Although the lack of traffic also makes the drive not only bearable but quick.

It’s quiet at work and although there are a lot of people in downstairs, it’s just me on the first floor. 

Tonight Derby play at Leeds and we have been invited to watch it on the big screen at my Leeds supporting friends place in Barrow on Soar. That is if it’s on TV.

Leeds' barmy owner has locked the Sky TV crew out of the ground in protest at already being shown eleven times on TV this season. They have been sat outside since yesterday afternoon.

It’s quite funny that the media aren’t really interested, well the BBC aren’t as there are no B list celebs involved and Sky News are just ignoring the issue, hoping it’ll go away no doubt. I follow it via the Yorkshire Post.

Apparently they need a minimum of three hours to set up and it is almost at that point that they finally let the cameras in to the ground with the Football League were threatening them with a points deduction but it was fascinating stand-off.

I think their owner has made his point and it’ll be interesting to see if Sky dare pick Leeds' home games again this season. Derby should have had more bottle to do something when they moved the game with Burnley to a Monday night at only a few weeks’ notice. Derby have been on TV as many times as Leeds this season.

So we head over to watch the match, where there are welcome to Elland Road signs on all the doors. Not sure I totally convinced L that it’s worth an evening of her time but she joins us anyway albeit in the neutral zone where abandoned partners can chat without the hindrance of having to watch a football game.

It is ends honours even in a 2-2 draw.

(Tuesday 29^th December)