High Fiving Frankenstein

It’s Halloween and the ghouls are out supporting in force at Long Eaton parkrun. It’s not often you get to high five Frankenstein, twice.

L is distracted by running with a friend and gets a big PB taking over a minute off her time. MD also runs a PB despite having to drag me around. So it's well earned bacon rolls and coffee all round, all for £2, afterwards.

Derby are again impressive in a 3-0 win over Rotherham while L is slightly less impressed with Daniel Craig as James Bond at Quad.

We have another Saturday night in with our separate challenges of a dog show and a race tomorrow.

(Saturday 31^st October)

Coming Up Trumps

L runs with MD again this morning and they both seem to enjoy it, both returning home with their tongues trailing out the side of their months, well sort of.

At lunch, for once the pub seems to come up trumps with the food. They seem to have not one, not two but three people working in the kitchen today. Wow. Consequently lunch is delivered much faster and it's also much bigger, we can barely drag our bellies back to work for the afternoon.

I attempt to work some of that off as I cycle home on my wonky bike, pedalling wildly in low gear only. That may have been a good warm up for squash though, as opponent is seriously worried as I take a 2-0 lead. He still wins of course but it is moments like that that I live for.

Then we stay in the pub to avoid the trick or treaters who no doubt will be out in force prowling the streets but at least they should all be in bed by 9pm.

(Thursday 31^st October)

The Spirit Of Things

The traffic is very light and it’s almost tolerable in the car. I keep forgetting its Derby half term.

Son is in a lecture about orgasms. In sociology? He says it's far too early in the morning for something so graphic. Rubbish. It's never too early. L will agree, what with the sex splattered World War One audio book she’s reading. Although the hero has just had his chin blown off, which might curtail his activities a bit... and she says I read gruesome books.

Actually I’ve finished my own rather tame, orgasm free, but interesting audio book this morning. The Blackhouse by Peter May.

I’ve resisted the temptation to go straight on to book two in the series and have started a book by Sophie Hannah, as this promises a touch of the gruesome.

Suitable for a gruesome day because as Daughter so eloquently puts it 'bloody hell it's sodding Halloween. She does get into the spirit of things. L heads off to hide in the gym while the zombies are prowling the streets. If ever there's a reason to go dog training this is it. Oddly not many others have the same idea.

I’ll take back everything I said about the traffic, 70 minutes to travel the 15 miles home and then I have to turn straight round to head out to dog training, arriving about 20 minutes later than planned. Perhaps all the others are stuck in traffic.

(Wednesday 31st October)

Just A Normal Night

Nottingham is named as one of the greenest cities...

Hmmm. Extremely unlikely.

It's Halloween today and as I head off to dog training there is an almighty traffic jam in the middle of Wollaton. The cause... two witches in little black numbers with pointy black hats lingering outside the local pub. Totally disrupting the traffic, with everyone slowing down to admire their hemlines.

Meanwhile L meets a couple of vampires on Ilkeston Road. Just a normal night in Wollaton then.

Luckily both the boys are at dog training tonight, what with trick or treaters and fireworks, Doggo would probably have dug the walls down. Hopefully in the middle of nowhere where dog training is, it should be quiet. It is but when we get back to Beirut, I mean Nottingham, we have to quickly rush him back into the house.

(Monday 31st October)