The gasman is back this morning to fix a leaking pipe on the
boiler. Unfortunately he is here and drilling holes at the same time as I have
a meeting. Which wasn’t terribly helpful.
Now that the weather is no longer hot I was started taking
the Lad to Sainsbury’s with me. I’ve not trained him to push the trolley yet so
he stays in the car and watches the car park. I’m not sure if he prefers that
to staying at home.
I’ve still not got my parcel off the Post Office. They are
not on strike today but I didn’t realise they close at noon on Mondays. So on
Tuesday the Lad (and me) get a third trip to the Post Office depot and we
finally get my parcel. Although they very nearly didn’t give it me as it was
addressed to the Dog Club and not me. Can I prove I’m a dog club? Not really.
When we got back home the Lad gave me such a look as if to
say ‘that’s yet another trip where I haven’t got out of the car’.
Our Great South Run numbers arrive and, having failed to get
the Lad in any of the local kennels, the Holiday Inn have confirmed they’re
happy to accommodate him.
On Wednesday I head over to Derby for a night out. I get the
last seat on the third scheduled Red Arrow after the first two don’t turn up. I
felt a bit bad about the old lady I elbowed aside to get it but I doubt she’d
got a pint waiting for her somewhere like I had. My old school pal and I drink
in the Alexandra before eating in Peppitos. We did try to get in the cheap
Indian on London Road (the only cheap Indian on London Road) but it wasn’t open.
On Thursday L and Daughter frequent the Goose Fair. I hadn’t
expected L to throw herself into the festivities quite as much as she did as
she is caught on camera at the top of the Big Wheel. Not only has she got her
eyes open but she’s taken the photo as well which must have meant letting go of
something. Extraordinary. She did say she needed a G&T after her day at
work perhaps she’d already had it.
On Friday we go out with some friends to Vi-Va Indian Street
Food on Goosegate. It’s small odd place and while the food was decent enough I
felt it was all very ‘child portion’. So I was still starving afterwards and
nobody else left anything that I could assist them with. The restaurant also
didn’t seem to have any desserts, at least they didn’t offer us any. Nor did
they offer us more drinks after our first one. So it’s quite a brief night out
but one that L and I continue in the Borlase having previous started it before Vi-Va
in Brewdog.
On Saturday L and I both Parkrun at Wollaton. Then Derby
lose at home to Port Vale after conceding two penalties and having a man sent off.
On Sunday it’s our warm-up race for next weekend’s Great
South Run. We run the Brewers 10K in Burton which is a new closed roads race
starting and finishing at the Pirelli stadium, the home of Burton Albion
Football Club. The route took us through Stretton and Rolleston before
returning to the Pirelli Stadium.
I take it easy, because I don’t have any choice these days,
and finish in 56 minutes. Then I head off to get the Lad out of the car so that
we can cheer L in. Unfortunately the days of having a nice buffer of time
between the two of us finishing are long gone and we have to yell our support from
a distance across the car park as we can’t get back to the course in time.
We get a t-shirt and a medal that they described as being
made of eco-friendly wood but surely it's a beer mat. It looks like a beer mat
to me and that's surely what you should get from something called the Brewers
10k in what used to be the brewing capital of the UK e.g. before they closed
nearly all the breweries and soon the National Brewery Centre as well.
Back at home we get chance for a rare post-race warm-down, which is rare because we hardly do any races these days. Then we stay in with a curry.
(Sunday 9th October)
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