Back on the bike today, no punctures and no calf pulls. I’m not sure what the crazy woman has done to the outside of my leg though.
My dog club’s Winter Show gets a four page feature in this month’s dog agility magazine. Oooooh. Fame.
The Brunswick is inexplicably busy this lunchtime, so we have to do our pub lunch in the Waterfall for the first time in about a year. It hasn’t changed. The food is still simple but dull, the beer just plain dull (e.g. Doom Bar) but surprisingly not rancid for once. The place is as usual almost totally empty.
L is at pump class and sending her demands for the evening ahead of her by text. Is that stexting? Not sure. I shall comply anyway.
(Wednesday 16th March)