The Worst Enemy

It’s a good job I’m in the car today as my legs are very stiff after yesterday’s hill session.
 

L recites the mantra ‘I need to paint, I need to keep fit, I need to see my folks, I need to bake, I need to read, I need to stop driving myself mad, I'm my own worst enemy’.

Well that’s a relief, I thought I was her worst enemy.

The shopping list arrives asking for a ‘load of bread’. Freudian slip perhaps. I hope she means loaf. Perhaps she is her own worst enemy.

Tonight is the Dog Club’s annual meal at the Chinese Restaurant opposite training and very good it is too. It’s nice to see everybody dressed.

(Monday 12^th December)