L is down in London for work on Wednesday and I’m back at dog
training after Monday’s was called off due to a lack of customers. Thursday, I’m back on the bike and then playing tennis in
the evening.
Meanwhile my pass for the Pride Park bridge through the
railway station finally runs out. It’s the end of an era. That grotty bit of
card must be 10 years old.
On Friday I take the new car in for a valet to get all
the grass, sand and dog hairs out of it that we acquired on holiday in
Scotland. I've never been for a valet before and go to a shady place on Traffic Street, next to the petrol station
that’s next to the pub where I once met a very nice girl who let me grope her chest in
the pub's car park. Ah, the memories. It only cost me £12. That's for the valet, which was excellent. The
girl's more expensive but still with me and also excellent.
Then I’m at the match, as we have a Friday night game at home
to Cardiff.
On Saturday I’m at Southam Agility Show in Onley but only
because our club had offered to help out and I’ve volunteered to do my club-ly duty. With
MD now retired and the Lad still doing baby courses I enter them both in the
same ‘Anysize’ class. This is the first time I’ve had two dogs in the same class since
Doggo was 10 and MD was a mere youngster of 3. MD lost that one to the old
master and he lost this one to the young pretender as the Lad puts in a pretty
decent clear round while MD picks up faults.
Back home L did parkrun at Clifton where someone broke their
ankle last week, which is always a worry of mine there, and she’s been to
Pilates where my masseur is apparently asking about me. I’m sure my calves will
soon be asking about him.
(Saturday 14th
September)
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