Major Bathroom Crisis

The Lad is limping. I may have overdone it with the running with him but then I am also practically limping myself after another evil cycling session behind some maniac on the derny. 

We have a major space crisis in our bathroom. Having returned from the supermarket with a new bottle of shampoo. I discover we are out of space on the bathroom shelf. There is simply no room to cram my new bottle in alongside my one other bottle, L’s one bottle and Daughter’s eleven. 

L likes to go heavy on her fitness on a Tuesday. Today it’s an early morning run, followed by the gym, then Pilates and then another run later with Daughter. I go to watch Derby’s match with Charlton while my Dad watches from home with my brother. 

The Lad’s limp isn’t getting any better and by Wednesday it seems much worse. We shorten his walks and I cancel his dog training. 

On Thursday we go to Colwick for the evening swim although it is horrific getting there as not only are Forest playing at home, and we have to pass their ground, but there’s also a race meeting on at the Racecourse. 

The Lad is a bit better but I still keep his walk short. Just as L is telling him that he is definitely not running the Leaf Kick 10k with me on Sunday, we get a message that they have cancelled it due to the expected arrival of Storm Amy at the weekend. That’s a lucky call for the Lad. 

We have a Friday night with a bottle of Leffe while trying to get our head around the details of The Hack, a new TV series about the News International phone hacking scandal starring David Tennant. We probably need a second bottle but we don’t have one. 

Come Saturday, all three of us are hobbling of which I am marginally the best. Storm Amy has, perhaps luckily, not only seen off the Leaf Kick bit has now caused all our local Parkruns to be cancelled as well. As the wind rattles our bedroom windows we stay in bed while attempting to get it on like a couple of OAPs while moaning about all our aches and pains. 

Unsurprisingly it turns out that Storm Amy has shut the park as well, so the Lad has to go for a walk/limp around the University instead alongside his limping owners. The match is on though and I take my Dad. 

In the evening L takes me for a romantic night out in Derby on one of the new Red Arrows because she wants to show me the sights of the city - the betting shops, the pawnbrokers, the nail bars etc. We have a few beers in the Brunswick and one in the Alexandra. 

On Sunday, instead of the Leaf Kick we set up a Bleep Test training track in the garden. It needs to be 15m long and it just fits in. The Lad loves it when we start running up and down, and he suddenly forgets his limp. Then we do the usual Sunday swim and walk at Colwick. 

(Sunday 5^th October)