I go to the gym after work. I’m tempted to say... so it must
be Christmas... but do go at least three times a year.
It must be Christmas because L arrives home bearing a very
large book token from her boss. It's about the only time of the year that she says
she’s pleased to see him.
We parkrun at Alvaston on Saturday and I power round in 8th
place and a time of 21:06, which is a new parkrun PB shaving 5 seconds off my time at Aviemore. It’s all the lad’s fault.
In the evening we go out in Derby for a drink, so that we
can pass judgement on their much maligned Christmas lights. We think they’re
actually really nice.
(Saturday 21st December)
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