Tuesday is a very unproductive dog training session (don't ask) before which we drop in on my Dad who has been left in the dark by one of his carers. On the positive side they have provided me with an App where I can keep tabs on what care he is getting. It turns out the App has been provided by the company I work for and it’s not that great!
L heads into town on Wednesday morning to pick up our race numbers for Sunday’s Nottingham 10k. Despite getting distracted, and indulging in a book shop browse, she’s in work for 10am.
Thursday is L’s usual trip to Derby and then in the evening we are at Attenborough Nature Reserve twitching with Daughter and a very confused Lad. We are there to see the Starling’s do a murmuration. I think that’s the terminology but it poses me many questions. Such as why here, why over water and why now?
On Friday we are out with our friends from Mickleover in the Viceroy, which is my favourite dodgy Indian. L and I have a pint in the Alex first.
Saturday is Forest Rec parkrun because Wollaton is off due to the Cross Country races being held there. Later at the match, Derby score twice in the first seven minutes against Blackburn Rovers and hang on to win 2-1 for John Eustace’s first win in his third game in charge and against his old club.
Sunday is the aforementioned Nottingham 10k on possibly the hilliest course ever in Nottingham. Possibly even hillier than the half marathon course. It starts in the Market Square then immediately heads up hill all the way up to Forest Rec, then there is a long down before it heads upwards again for the last 2k through the Park estate before an uphill finish in the Castle grounds. Perhaps I’m just getting old. Perhaps it’s time for me to be put out to pasture like an old and knackered racehorse.
Yet somehow after that I find the energy to give the lawn its first cut of the year. Then later we’re in the Plough where all the beers gradually run out until I end up on Legend. The church crew are in and are largely to blame.
Monday is Oldies Day. I go over to Aston where my Dad has a physio appointment. I meet yet more professionals who know how to handle belligerent pensioners and seem to enjoy doing so. Meanwhile L’s Mum is in hospital for a stent which has got us all on edge. L’s sister is up to supervise as she is on pre-Op blood thinners but then of course the procedure is delayed but they keep her in hospital. L goes over but all is well it seems.
(Monday 10th March)
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