Through On Penalties Again

There are so many staff in our office now that the kettle is almost permanently on and consequently we have been going through kettles every few months. So now some bright spark has purchased an urn to provide the hot water. Of course we might now start going through urns every few months.

Amazingly our entry by email was selected in the ballot and therefore we are accepted in to the Round Sheffield Run.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I bike while I go dogging on Tuesday rather than Wednesday due to Derby’s FA Cup Replay against Southampton. L comes over with us on Tuesday to see her folks but goes home on the bus.

As regards the match. Derby again come back from two down, as they did in the original tie, and then win through 5-3 on penalties. At the same time they upstaged Theresa May’s ‘I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing about Brexit’ speech which was scheduled to be covered live on the News At Ten. Extra time and penalties shunted her to BBC2, and apparently Huw Edwards was forced to stand in the cold outside parliament for an extra half hour, poor lamb. I just hope he got to watch the penalties.

Apparently 3.3 million watched the match while 2.5 million watched Theresa May but I suppose she should be getting used to defeats like that by now. 

(Wednesday 16^th January)

Brave New World

L asks if I’m basking in my Half Marathon glory. Of course not, no one is impressed with my efforts because they all think I’m nuts.

I have an extra committee meeting on Monday as we attempt to sort out a new venue for next year’s dog show and we make the decision to start a brave new world at Locko Park.

Tuesday is dogging night and then on Wednesday morning I get to do park duties. We manage to arrange our ball game around a stag that was sat right in the middle of the field. L said it was there yesterday as well, so perhaps its stuffed. It is a busy day for the dogs because later they go off with L and Daughter for a running foursome while I'm at the match.

The Government announces that they will introduce legislation so that all couples will be able to choose to have a civil partnership. Yay. So L and I will be able to officially choose to not get married. You do still have to pay for this though but £50 doesn’t seem too unreasonable.

We just need to wait until the Government get around to finalising the legislation of course, which probably won’t be until they have Brexit sorted. So not in our lifetime then.

L does her tennis on Thursday but my squash is off again as my opponent's car has exploded and needs a new engine. This is the thing with old cars, you have to pre-empt the big bang. There’s had only done 190,000 miles, ours has done 220,000.

This allows me to attempt to get Glastonbury coach tickets, which I don’t get. This can be filed (once again) alongside the Later With Jools tickets we never get and the London Marathon which also seems to be continuing to blank me. 

(Friday 5^th October)

We Have A Plan

The man at the bathroom place is amazed when L backs me up on every decision I made about the new bathroom. I did tell him that she might go for slightly darker tiles than the ones I’ve picked, and she does waver to the dark side a touch before picking the same as me. You see, we had a plan. Now if only those Brexit folk had made one.

After that we head off to Manchester where we take Daughter, whose birthday it was yesterday, out for meal. We go to the Worsley Old Hall where we have a very nice, if pricey meal, accompanied by number 50, Titanic Stout.

So it’s taken me precisely 60 days to chalk up the 50 dark ales that I challenged myself to do in my 50^th year but I shall continue and try to see just how many I can do.

(Sunday 26^th June)