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Saturday, 13 August 2016

The Thing About Bingo



I hot foot it back from my comfy patch of floor in Bingham to meet L at the Forest Rec Parkrun for breakfast.

Afterwards I finally get the lawn cut and just in time before L gets home from Pilates. We sneak to bed for an hour while daughter is out. It’s just like the old days.

Then I start getting texts about the football. Blimey I’d almost forgotten that the football season had started, shouldn’t be allowed whilst the Olympics are on.

Daughter has been trying to talk us in to going to Bingo. Neither of us are keen, in fact I’m not sure I’m old enough for Bingo. Isn’t there a minimum age of about 85? I also thought they’d all shut down, washed away on a tide of sanity in the 1990s. Apparently not though, that particular revolution has not yet reached outposts like Beeston.

In the end, Daughter and her friends go without us. Phew. Instead we go to the Horse and Jockey in Stapleford and watch the Olympics on their big screen.

Then back at home Daughter, Doggo and I stay up to the early hours to watch Mo win the 10k. L and MD had long since fallen by the wayside but unlike Mo they didn’t bounce back up.

(Saturday 13th August)

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