On Tuesday evening , L visits her folks while I take the
boys dog training. She is impressed when I show her how to link her ipod up to
the car with Bluetooth and therefore relieved to be saved from yet another episode of
the Archers. She rewards me by leaving me some of her killer soup, nice and spicy,
for post dog training recovery.
I’m out in Derby on Wednesday, where my mate and I have a couple pints in
the Brunswick. As it’s Christmas I offer to pay for a curry purely to keep us
out of Wetherspoons but I didn’t expect the Shalimar to charge up £65 for two.
He does contribute but I’m not sure we’ll be going there again as it seems to
go up in price every time we go. L meanwhile is being indulgent at home, home alone with a pork chop and
a bottle of red.
One of the big questions in life is why do most Advent
calendars have the days in a totally random order? What purpose does this actually
serve? It takes an age every morning to find the right window to open,
particularly when you’re feeling under pressure with two dogs glaring at you
waiting for their daily treat.
L is struggling on with her aching hip. Not running but
still swimming, and managing to climb out of the pool unaided, as well as
gym-ing. On Thursday, she bites the bullet and runs home from Pilates.
I can tell she is worrying about her lack of running fitness
because she’s asking how she can find out what the last runner's time was at
the Brighton Marathon last year. It’s not easy to find out because the results
are grouped by age category. Someone in the 60—65 category took 07:43:48 but I
bet she wasn’t last. I imagine someone much younger was last. Basically though, L will
be fine. It’s months away anyway.
On Thursday, Daughter is off ‘skydiving’ and, in her words, ‘bricking
it’. She's also skipped breakfast. Probably wise, just in case. This is indoor skydiving which is basically a wind tunnel tipped on
its side. It looks great fun.
I run from work, doing a convoluted 10k route to
Borrowash before getting the bus.
(Thursday 19th December)
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