At the Olympics we get loads more gold medals and there’s a
silver medal for Bulwell in the weightlifting. Emily Campbell’s 283kg lift
makes all our gym efforts look piddly. Mind you we’re not from Bulwell, they
build them tough in Bulwell.
The Kennel Club issues a ‘Why Does My Dog?’ guide. We all go
straight to the Eat Poo section where we find out that MD is apparently normal.
Tuesday I bike and then dog train, leaving L to her skipping
which, for some reason, she’ll only do once the Lad has left the building.
With my ongoing knee problems I think, sensibly, that going
through with the Manchester Marathon in October is perhaps not the greatest of
ideas. I can defer to the 2022 race which is in April and the week before
Brighton... also perhaps not the greatest of ideas... or downgrade to the Half
which is what I go for.
On Wednesday we are the vets to get the boys Kennel Cough
jabbed so that we can dump them when we do the Great North Run. We were
expecting quite struggle again as it’s such an unpleasant procedure but the vet
does it outside and manages it brilliantly.
On Friday Daughter’s partner tests positive for Covid and
the next day she gets pinged to self-isolate as he records his test.
It’s also the first match of the football season as Derby play Huddersfield. My Dad is absolutely thrilled to be back at the football even more so when we manage to get a much closer parking spot than before.
On Sunday we go for a few beers at the Organ Grinder.