Parkwalking Weekend

Monday is Easter Monday and I go over to listen to Derby’s match at West Brom with my Dad. Derby win 3-1 but so too do all the clubs near the bottom. 

On Tuesday L is out for morning coffee in Derby with a friend, so she has to trust me to do the Sainsburys' shopping on my own. 

L’s hobble is not getting much better and she skips the morning walk on Wednesday. It is also the day her boss resurfaces from holiday but she works from home. She does manage her yoga replacement walk in the evening where she shows her friend the bottom end of Wollaton Park that she’s never been to before. I’m at dog training where it’s a course that could have been almost designed for the Lad but, he’s so excited by it, he still manages to mess it up. 

On Thursday L is in Derby with her Mum during the day and then in the evening she asks me to take her to the gym to keep her off the post-parent gin. Then afterwards we have post-parent gin and beer. 

On Friday we watch Adolescence on TV and… it’s ok but we’re not really sure what all the fuss was about. 

On Saturday we Parkrun at Colwick. I run and L parkwalks in what is apparently Parkwalking weekend and L is one of 13,888 parkwalkers. They class anyone with a time over 50 minutes as a parkwalker which is somewhat controversial. The Lad’s run includes a dip in the lake, L's parkwalk is followed by a swim in the lake. 

Then I head over to Aston to cut the grass, L does the same in Mickleover. We spend the night in Plough with the 7.2% Obsidian Imperial Stout and where L buys me a birthday whiskey. 

Sunday is actually my birthday and the birthday boy makes his dog wait for his morning walk while we watch the London Marathon. Then we walk him to Wollaton Park’s Secret Garden where Daughter joins us. In the evening, my birthday treat is a rare takeaway curry from the Savera. 

(Sunday 27^th April)