Ideas Above Their Station

Cycling is lively on Monday probably because both the Men’s and Women’s GB Olympic Pursuit teams are up on track before us. Practising before heading off to Paris and showing us how it is done. This gives some people in our group ideas above their station. They think they can do as well. They can’t. 

L has her PT on Tuesday where she is impressively deadlifting 50kg. In the evening I’m out with my old school pal in the Alexandra and the Silk Mill. He turns up with no money having left it as the prison he delivers to as part of his job. Apparently you always have to hand over the contents of your pockets to prison security before you go in and he forgot to collect it all back afterwards. So I have to pay for everything and then just to top his day off he gets a parking ticket as he hadn’t got the means to pay for his parking.

On Wednesday, for the second time this week, L is in work without a boss because, for the second time this week, he has a puncture and is waiting for the AA.

Daughter tests positive for Covid after feeling slightly unwell and losing her sense of smell. L lost her sense of smell 20 years ago but doesn’t have Covid.

On Thursday I do a 7am run with L and the Lad and all the chaos that involves.

Tennis does start this week but as there are no courts available at the Tennis Centre I suggest Clifton where they have built five brand new courts. They have actually been there forever but were pretty much derelict until recently. We play at 6pm as that is the last booking slot and we have the courts to ourselves.

It’s a warm night and my very unfit opponent aborts, complaining of heat exhaustion, half-way through the second set. We go for a drink afterwards at the Framebreakers in Ruddington who have turned their car park into a beer garden which means there is nowhere to park nearby. They also don’t seem to have many staff and we wait ages to be served. Not sure we’ll go back.

On Friday Microsoft messes us the whole world as a software outage leaves lots of business and all the airports in chaos. Luckily the Brunswick is fine where I have lunch with my ex-colleague.

Saturday’s Parkrun is at Wollaton, then I head over to my Dad’s and later we’re in the Plough.

On Sunday we visit, for the first time, Wollaton Park’s secret garden which is amazing. It’s a shame it’s not open more often. Later I do a rare gym trip with L. 

(Sunday 21^st July)