The legs are mighty stiff after last night brutality on the velodrome boards and I’m walking a bit like the older of our two dogs today.
Every week has to be something doesn’t it and this week is National
Breakfast Week. Whatever next. Is Breakfast just for one week a year?
In a moment of wide awake-ness L has a light bulb moment and
realises the amount of time she spends in the land of nod might be because she’s
been taking anti-histamines since Christmas. Well at least that gets me off the
hook.
So if she stops taking them she’ll be awake but will still be
unable to get any work done due to her eyes itching and steaming.
I swim tonight but I’m totally outdone by a flip turning
backstroker.
(Monday 25th January)
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