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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Rescue Mission



Finally I pass the required medical and get the necessary paperwork to get on the bike today. Sadly that is all the exercise for tonight because we couldn’t get a squash court. I did look at indoor tennis courts but they are all booked up as well.

Anyhow now we’ve been called over on a rescue mission by L’s dad who suspects his computer might have been hit by a bit of ransomware. Not good. L tempts me to the task by offering a pint of Harvest Pale in the Masons afterwards. How could anyone resist the prospect of a girl clutching a pint of Harvest Pale?

First though I have to attend a meeting for work in Chesterfield. It is a rare ‘treat’ to actually get to leave the office. I was briefed that it was just a little job but no, it turns out to be quite a monster of a project that will keep me busy until at least September. It was all rounded off with the unhealthiest club sandwich on the planet courtesy of Little Chef. Yes, they do still exist.

It’s probably a good job I’m on the bike so that I can pedal off some of the excess calories and grease. Then we head off to salvage what we can from L’s dad’s computer with L running the last few miles after I drop her at Derby Royal. 

Luckily it turns out that he has been hit with conware rather than ransomware, so we can all breathe a sigh of relief.

(Thursday 8th December)

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