Bins

The week starts with L complaining that they're playing Last Christmas on the radio already and it’s still November. Luckily it doesn’t count for the Whamageddon game if it’s before 1st December. Subsequently, she’s still in the game. 

The Lad and I walk up to meet L from work and join her on bin duty at her friend’s home. They’re away and she’s offered to put their bins out for them. The Lad is really into his bins. Sadly, they don’t have a tunnel for him to have a quick zoomie through. After that I’m not cycling as I have a committee meeting. 

Tuesday is very icy, L has PT but we do an evening run of 8.3k once the pavements have thawed out. 

One thing I don’t think I’ll be doing with the Lad is a Cani-Triathlon. I’m surprised to see that the event at Box End Park in Bedfordshire has been running successfully since 2106 and they had 52 entries this year. Let’s be clear that’s 52 people with dogs who can swim and who are mad enough to cycle with a dog strapped to them.  

L has a full three days in work this week but comes home with tales of redundancies and ultimately the sale of her building. So, she could soon be homeless workwise. She’ll be pleased about that, even more pleased if her boss would retire at the same time. Derby lose 2-1 to Swansea and I miss dog training for that. 

On Thursday we do another run, 6.3k with the Lad of course. Then I have a gig.

(Sunday 1^st December)