The fun isn’t over there though because, in a desperate attempt to be fit for the Leeds Half Marathon this Sunday, L has booked me a session with her pub singing Pilates teacher who also moonlights as sport masseur. He comes to us and brings all his own equipment including his own table. There’s nothing like a bit of pain to round off a Bank Holiday weekend.
I need a few bottle of dark to recover after that.
(Monday 2nd May)