Andrex Puppy Take 2

There is nothing worse than a bored puppy. The lad has another go at being the Andrex puppy and although he’s getting better, I don’t think he’s quite got the hang of it yet. All toilet rolls now go in the bathroom cupboard.

He’ll be even more bored later in the week as the park is closed Wednesday to Friday.

Thankfully for his energy levels, dog training goes ahead on Monday and on Tuesday.

L and Daughter dump their old running club and go along to try a different one at Redhill near Daughter’s work. L is worried that they’ll all be super speedy but then isn’t the purpose of any running club to be speedy? I’m sure they’ll both fit in very well. I just hope they’ve packed their fastest trainers.

On Tuesday I manage to bike to work and on Wednesday I run again but blimey, it isn’t warm. I end up in Long Eaton again and again finish up on the Indigo. I don't amass any new injuries.

I’m back in London on Tuesday but in more accessible Islington this time, so I get to go on the train. First Class naturally. As usual lunch was courtesy of Tesco Express but they did make me a coffee for once.

The day went well and I even got to leave early. Leaving enough time for a pint of HSB and to check out the watches at Swatch stall to pick my own Christmas pressie.

L tells me she is definitely handing in her notice to the tennis group tonight but then she has a great time and doesn’t.

With the park shut on Friday we run with the dogs which is always a laugh.

(Friday 23^rd November)

Andrex Puppy

On Monday, I have a dog club committee meeting and L has her running club.

Tuesday, my running club of one meets and I run from work. I have learnt from the horse manure debacle and now run the Long Eaton route which has street lighting. I complete 14.7k and then get Indigo bus home.

Wednesday, is dog training and the Lad has an absolute blast.

On Thursday, I bike to work but dally too long on the park with the boys and I arrive late, having completely forgotten that the whole company is in a meeting about pensions. They all have to wait for me to get changed and to join them before they can start.

I also have squash and afterwards I have to stall for time, by drinking beer in the Dispensary, while I wait for L. She isn’t at tennis this week but has instead gone to a book thing at Waterstones featuring Barbara Kingsolver.

Friday... L asks if I’m doing anything fitness wise. No, nothing. My body is past any more exercise this week. Instead I get bus to work.

L frogmarches the Lad to meet me off the bus so that he can tell me in his own words what he’s done today. Oh. That doesn’t sound good. Turns out he’s had a stab at being the Andrex puppy and it’s not quite worked out for him. Rather then lovingly draping the toilet roll around the house and himself, he’s completely shredded it. It looks like we have our own snow machine. Cute it isn’t.

(Friday 16^th November)