Then she’s emailing me running dates. Namely next year’s Hairy
Helmet and a new Leicestershire Half Marathon that seems to be several laps of
those runways near Prestwold Hall. Fast, flat and insomnia curing. I'm not
sure I fancy it but then again there’s not much else in February, so I’ll pencil it very lightly
in the diary.
Our dog trainer tonight is stuck in Cambridge, so we have
reshuffle all the training sessions and cut the late class completely. L is
delighted at this development as it means I can pick her up from her folks’ an hour earlier
than normal. It also saves me from a pint of the usual at the Masons.
(Wednesday 25th October)
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