Sign Language

L practically leaps out of bed on Thursday morning (well sort of) and, while I’m still wondering whether to join her, she heads out on her second run in two days. It’s a warm morning and she returns hot and sweaty. Very nice.

Then she rushes off to visits her Dad who’s sadly been taken into hospital. We do a joint gym later where I have a brief sign language conversation with some lad as I try to get him off the leg curl but he’s seemingly too busy booking his post-gym Deliveroo.

On Friday evening we are at Mr Mans Chinese with my Dad and Daughter. It’s a joint birthday celebration as my birthday was last week and L’s is next week. My Dad pays for us all, so we let him stay over. Daughter takes us in her car and then after dropping us back at home heads out to her mystery man.

Saturday is Parkrun and we run at Wollaton while my Dad stays tucked up in bed. Very sensible of him. I then take him home, make him lunch and cut his lawn. I'm a bit nice like that.

Then it's time for the record attempt.

(Saturday 4^th May)