Nothing Leaks And Everything Drains Away

This morning we head over to Markeaton Park to do the parkrun. L recruits two of her friends to run as well but MD and I lead them all home.

Despite our usual dodgy start and one comfort break, MD smashes his PB by almost thirty seconds as we come home in 22:47. A bacon butty well earned I think. The congratulatory email tells me I have achieved an age-graded score of 64.23%... here we go again.

I drop L off at Pilates and head back home to meet the drains man. He unblocks us and I tighten the untightened pipework under the sink to stop the bathroom cupboard filling with water. Then... drum roll... I have a shower and... nothing leaks and everything drains away. Yay.

Then I settle down to listen to Derby’s lunchtime kick off at Wolves. It’s a funny old game. Derby should have scored six in the first half but probably could have conceded six in the second half. Derby win 3-2. Yep, McClaren is back.

(Saturday 5^th November)