Excuses

L’s having a tough day, working with two people whose memory isn’t as good as it once was and then she has to come home to a couple of oldies like Doggo and I. No wonder she says she finds it hard to walk past Tesco and not dive into the chocolate display. She won’t be AF tonight then.

We drive over to the Masons in Mickleover. Stopping over on the way to do dog training and visit her folks. I do the former, she does the latter.

By the time I get to the pub, L is on her third glass of wine having arrived early to meet a friend. Well that’s her excuse anyway.

(Wednesday 27^th January)