Today I finally get back on the bike and the weather is largely ok. An email from L arrives at work almost as soon as I do. I am immediately suspicious as to whether she has actually made it into work or whether she is just logging into her hotmail from her bed. She swears she is in work.
Not sure she’ll be fit for Sunday, although Sunday is still miles away, but I might be interested if there’s a number going spare. If she promises not to spit at me as I run past.
Dog training again this evening and I head to the pub afterwards, where I am relieved to find that L has successfully hobbled there.
(Wednesday 9th December)