L has a boozy Christmas lunch while I’m sat in traffic hell trying to get to Sainsbury’s to do the Christmas shop. Once I get there it is to find the supermarket itself blissfully quiet, I assume because everyone is in their cars. The £140 bill, due to far too much alcohol and dead animal parts, is lightened by the £25 in loose change from the piggy bank and £45 in Nectar points that I put towards it. Not bad.
After work I go to John Carroll for a swim where I get both lanes to myself and do 50 lengths. L is there too and I take her incredibly heavy kit bag off her so that she can run home.
(Monday 21st December)