I text the builder to tell him the shower still isn’t hot enough. He replies quickly giving the illusion that he’s on the job as we communicate. Hopefully he is. He also says the toilet will be in for Friday although he does say which Friday.
I manage to cycle and L manages to swim. L says that no one at the pool asks how she is any more, it’s just
‘Good morning, how’s your bathroom?’
Then its dog training followed by a pint with L in the Masons where Wainwright is the guest beer yet again. L says be a daredevil... they have Bass, Pedigree or Old Speckled Hen. Pfffft Wainwright please.
(Wednesday 26th October)