Make It Up As You Go Along

The park is locked again on Monday morning so I walk the streets with L and the Lad. Then she’s in work and not happy about it. For some reason she prefers a trip to Sainsbury’s for which I am left a very posh shopping list - Sancere, Emmental and Paxo. Well, I suppose not the Paxo.

L says she’s been really bad and spent £15 in the Audible audiobook sale. Well, there’s worse things she could have spent it on. Such as Paxo.

My cycling session is rather crash strewn but thankfully none of them involve me. 

The General Election campaign is in full swing but it’s more of a dismal funeral for the Tory party rather than a proper campaign. In our area the only election leaflet we’ve had so far is from George Galloway and he isn’t even the candidate here. 

Our neighbour’s dog is now marked as ‘reserved’ but there’s no sign of our neighbour. We are reliably informed ‘he’s brown bread’ by our local mobility scooter riding informant who seems to know what's going on..

Tuesday is steak night and Wednesday is L’s book club and yoga. The Lad and I have dog training. A last chance for some progress before a Dog Show on Sunday.

The weather in horrendous. I am thankful for my own personal ray of sunshine, L, to accompany me on the morning walk. The Lad is just thankful for the muddy puddles, his favourite kind.

L is in Derby on Thursday having given up on the swimming at Lenton. I ‘reschedule’ a training run for my Grand Prix because it’s raining. The Lad doesn’t look too disappointed. Having failed to find any Sancere, we have to make do with a bottle of Chablis.

L double walks on Friday. First with the Lad and I then with her friend. I ‘reschedule’ another training run because it is raining again. Compensation is a Friday night in with a big bottle of Leffe.

On Saturday we Parkrun at Brierly Forest and then go for coffee afterwards in their cafe. Then I go visit my Dad where I work down his favourite checklist. Co-op - check. Garden Centre - check. Lunch in the New Inn - check. At the New Inn, the Lad sits watching opened mouthed in horror as my Dad eats all his chips. It’s a long gap until his bag of crisps in the Plough that evening, filled only by his own tea of course.

On Sunday we have that Dog Show. He does alright on his first jumping run apart from the two extra tunnels he fitted in. Run two meanwhile was, shall we say, entertaining. Runs three and four I shall gloss over but we ended up with the usual four Es. There were some good bits, somewhere I’m sure, and he had a great time.

In the evening I visit the gym with L. She’s on arms. I’m on my usual ‘make it up as you go along’ knee workout. Then it’s back home to watch England beat Serbia 1-0 in the Euros.

(Sunday 16^th June)