L doesn’t make it as far as work on Monday before her boss cancels. I nearly don’t get a place at Cycling as it’s been full all week but I joined the waiting list and got a place at the last minute. I make sure I book early for next week.
It’s the Lad’s birthday and now he’s inconsolable because when I thought I wasn’t cycling I had promised him a birthday pub trip but now I’m off out without him. No wonder he hates my bike. I ‘reassure’ him that unfortunately birthdays on Mondays are never great.
As it happens cycling is an evil packed session of 28 people with the curtains up, blocking our visibility, because the pantomime is now on. Then the Exeter tell me that their Scotch eggs are off until after Christmas. I’m not feeling so Christmassy now.
On Tuesday L and Daughter head off to a showing of Wicked at Cineworld. That’s definitely not my thing.
On Wednesday L’s at our local book club where there’s no tea or coffee only Champagne. This is Wollaton after all and no cheapo Prosecco for the sweet old ladies of Wollaton. There was also plenty of cake and a brief debate the Booker Shortlist.
My day is just as exciting as I try out our new barbers on Crown Island which is run by Asians with Al Jazeera on their TV. It was quite an experience.
The advantage (or disadvantage depending on your viewpoint) of Bolsover getting cancelled is it means it extends our training. So, on Thursday we do another early morning run covering 7.5k. We’re so early that all park gates are still locked and we have to do it all on the road.
(Sunday 15th December)
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