Motor Show

L steps her fitness campaign up. She runs 4.5k on Monday morning and then 5.5k on Wednesday. She has also signed up to some Personal Training sessions with her former Physio. She says she'll have to live on bread and water because of the cost of it. The problem with that is she can’t live on bread and water unless she actually starts drinking water. Toast and tea is probably more appropriate. 

It is exciting that she is starting with yet another different personal trainer. I plan to fund our retirement on the proceeds of the book I plan to write about her experiences with various personal trainers. Most of them have left their jobs once she started with them although that is obviously just coincidence. 

I have a mad rush to get to cycling after working late but make it. Then visit my Dad afterwards. 

The Red Arrow breaks down on L on Tuesday on her way back from Derby where’s she’s been meeting a friend for coffee. She is briefly in work to meet her boss on Wednesday afternoon but doesn’t have any work so she is soon home again. 

We do a ‘joint but not joint (e.g. not actually together) gym session later. L is back in Derby on Thursday hopefully with a working Red Arrow while I am also over there for a Brunswick lunch with my retired ex-colleague. 

We are thwarted on Friday morning’s dog walk because the park gate is being repaired so we can’t get on the park and have to walk the streets instead. It's perhaps no bad thing as the deer are getting really aggressive on park at the moment. L then heads off to do a triathlon of gym, swim and a haircut before coming home for a nap with her head in her book. 

Saturday’s parkrun is at Beacon Hill. It's my first run there and L’s second. Then I head to my Dad’s where I manage to get half of the lawns cut dodging the rain as I go. Then we nip to the New Inn for swift pint. 

In the evening, we leave the Lad at home and go to Organ Grinder where a rowdy group are in but they eventually leave for the Hand & Heart. We’re not following so instead we go to L’s least favourite pub the Borlase. 

On Sunday after our usual trip to Colwick, the Lad I go for a sniff and a wee up a few vintage cars at the Motor Show on Wollaton Park. The show pretty much ends almost as soon as we arrive as the site is deluged by heavy rain. We shelter for a while under the trees before giving up and heading home. 

(Sunday 8^th June)