We go for a pub lunch and the landlord of the Brunswick tells us to expect a forty minute wait for food. We might have to look at Thursdays again as our lunch day because Wednesdays are becoming very busy.
Then the landlord changes his mind, queue jumps the food queue for us and we have it in ten minutes instead. Might still move to Thursdays though.
I bike home amid tumbling temperatures with the prospect of an icy dogging session to come. Yes we have a double header this week but no pub as no L.
L has her own plans, which don’t go that well. Her yoga class is cancelled which isn’t very conducive to everyone’s New Year’s resolutions. She has to power it at the gym instead.
MD comes back from dogging with quite a limp. So bad that he can only just get on to our bed. I offer to foam roll it for him but he doesn’t look keen.
(Wednesday 4th January)