It’s wet, so I get the bus. Naturally it then fines up once the decision is made but it does degenerate again later, so perhaps a good decision after all. Problem is I now have to go to the gym, its called penance.
Perhaps I should hit Derby’s Springwood Bootcamp instead. It doesn’t look too much like penance if they supply the girls to hold your feet down.
Son narrowly fails his driving test theory having not revised caravans or mobility scooters. I can see why he didn’t but... but I thought he would have been better at guessing than he was.
I do my penance and then crawl to the bus. L offers to walk up and meet me but I just tell her to roll back the covers and pour the wine.
(Friday 16th September)