I go for a pub lunch while L does a much healthier lunch time swim.
In the evening it’s dog training where Doggo overdoes it a touch with the tarting around. As it was hot they had the Arena door wide open and he obviously noticed that. So he was out of the boot in a flash and quickly doing his finest Linford Christie impression in an attempt to get inside to disrupt the class before I got chance to stop him. He's regretting it now, I think he’s pulled one of his ageing muscles.
I meet L in the Masons afterwards, where they still haven’t changed the beers. So I’m on the Pedigree again.
(Wednesday 31st May)