L and I parkrun at Long Eaton but Daughter decides to give it a
miss, volunteering to sit with Doggo or more likely volunteering to sit
with our new addition. The little Yorkshire Lad goes down a storm in the café afterwards.
In the afternoon it’s the match against Norwich and then it’s
time to catch some Winter Olympics start as the games start in Pyeongchang. We
had hoped to be there but getting accommodation just proved impossible, that is
until recently when they desperately started emailing me with offers. Too late
chaps but it’s a good job we hadn’t booked considering how Doggo is.
On Sunday I’m at the Velodrome with my excellent new cog. I
raise a pint to L’s Christmas present when I’m sat in the pub afterwards totally
exhausted. Although L seems jealous of my pub based relaxing and says she might
have to kill me. At home they’re all hiding from the puppy aka the he-devil but then
she’s said that about all the dogs.
Apparently she’s leaving for Orkney shortly.
(Sunday 11th February)
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