On Tuesday, deciding against Zoom for now, L has her latest
virtual meeting at work using WhatsApp with one phone wedged up in between a
stapler, recording the meeting on another phone wedged up on a mug. Which, in
my experience, is a fairly standard set up. They’re actually more cutting edge
than they think.
Meanwhile some workmen have turned up next door to hack down
the Amazon Rain Forest that has grown there and which is threatening to scale
the fence to invade our own garden. They have quite a job on, so much so that
they are at it for two days.
L appears to have left a pear out on the worktop for the
Lad. At least he thinks she did, I’m not so sure, but it’s just out of his
reach so it’s been quite entertaining watching him try to get it.
On Friday I go into work purely because the car has to go in
for it’s MOT and the VW garage is close to work. At least close enough for me to hobble there with
my doggy knee. The dogs aren’t happy at me deserting them and I spend most of
my day looking at their sad faces on Dog TV.
While L now seems to be getting the hang of Zoom I’m not
keen to head over to give my Dad a lesson. Derby County, in their infinite
wisdom, have organised a Christmas Party for the Over-85s on Zoom. What could
possibly go wrong? I decide I’d rather not find out and thankfully my Dad seems
to have forgotten about it.
On Sunday we do the second run in the Nottingham Six Pack Challenge. This one is called the ‘Leaky Hollow 5K’ and is in Cotgrave Country Park formerly famous for the Paws 10k that I ran once with MD. L and Daughter run it with the Lad while I walk it with MD. We all get lost.