Three Walks A Day

The rain is back and Monday cycling is back.

Tuesday sees L at PT. Which she says is her first gym session in a week but... a break is good and... she’s been ill all week.

The Lad is at the Vets for his MOT, his booster jab and the horrible kennel cough one up the nose. They weigh him and he’s put on a whole kg since last time. Clearly he’s been having way too many chips.

L relapses and is too ill for the gym on Wednesday. I keep my distance feeling she might expire if I try anything romantic. In the afternoon I take my Dad to an appointment to have his hearing checked. Amazing they say it’s quite good. The Lad is slightly sane at dog training. Daughter is out twitching.

On Thursday I meet my ex-colleague for lunch in the Brunswick while L visits her Dad who is much better.

L is well enough to swim at Lenton on Friday and even walks the Lad at lunch. He’s a three walks a day dog now he’s having to walk that kg off. Given the choice of an hour of the Theresa May book that we are listening to or a gym session L unsurprisingly opts for the gym. The Theresa May book is as dull as you’d expect it to be.

We Parkrun at Clifton on Saturday and then I go over to Aston to perform lawn cutting duties. The Lad amuses himself by pulling my Dad’s plants out of their pots to get at the bone meal he’s bought. It seems he rather likes bone meal. We have a night in the Plough.

On Sunday we head to the Welbeck Abbey Estate and go for a walk there which clocks in at nearly 10k. L’s PT chap wins the body building competition he’s being starving himself for.

(Sunday 19^th May)