Chickens Coming Home To Roost

We don’t parkrun although Daughter does. L has another crack at getting the hang of shopping while I walk the boys on park and then go to match.

Derby lose 4-2 at home to Reading, tactically I think a few chickens coming home to roost. I meet my Dad there and then go with him to visit my Mum in hospital who is now back on almost full form. Then I head back to Nottingham by bus to meet L for a few jars but we agree to cancel when it becomes clear that the house is under firework bombardment and annoying the dogs. Instead I cook and we have a TOTP night in.

It takes me a while to get over being sexually traumatised on the bus and I will have to email details to the media later. A rather rowdy hen party are offering all the lads on the bus free dildo advice. Then, as I’m getting off the bus, one of them clearly touches my thigh. You just can’t do that sort of thing any more. 

(Saturday 4^th November)