The week kicks for our abandoned dog (just for Sunday’s
marathon) with a lively morning walk. This was mostly because one of the fields we walk through on the park had a deer
party going on. Then having skirted that we had to dodge the evil terrier but
at least there were plenty of fresh puddles for the Lad to bathe in. Once home
he’s soon wrong way up in his bed.
Talking of evil, I have my evil cycling session in the
evening.
On Wednesday I make the gym which is ridiculously packed and
then Thursday is my birthday. Yay. For which I skip the gym and have two meals out. First I get to
hear more about life in blissful retirement as I meet my ex-colleague for lunch in the
Brunswick then I go out in the evening with my Dad and L for a meal at the New
Inn in Shardlow.
The evening is liven up further by the fact I’d already intercepted
an email to my Dad from his car insurers about a claim he’s made and when we
arrive there is no car on the drive. Confirming it wasn’t a scam.
He confesses he had a ‘small incident’ in his car on Tuesday
but not to worry as they’ve offered him a hire car which I promptly cancel. At
94 I don’t want to run the risk of any incidents in a brand new hire car. His
old car is currently abandoned in a pub car park in Swarkestone.
Friday would have been MD’s 15th Birthday. A
glass is raised in his memory.
On Saturday we do another trailblazing Parkrun. As we do love
a bit of trailblazing even those who are incapable of running at the moment. We
go to Dishley near Loughborough which quickly becomes one of my favourites, for
spectating at least.
My Dad gets a visit from the police who want to know
why his car is currently abandoned in the pub car park in Swarkestone. They
accept his explanation and he doesn’t get arrested.
So he is still a free man for the last home match of season
which ends in a 1-1 draw with Portsmouth, pretty much ending Derby’s play off
hopes. My Mum’s name comes up on the big screen as they remember
who we lost this year.
The real excitement though is at Derby’s Derbion centre
where L and her Mum are evacuated due to the place being full of smoke.
Hopefully someone’s tried to burn the horrible place down.
Then on Sunday Daughter treats me to a birthday Sunday Lunch at Wollaton.
(Sunday 30th April)
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