Her Words

I bike into work in not too bad conditions but then it starts to deteriorate and gets very windy outside. However it’s not rained yet and I’m worried that it’s waiting for me to start the ride home. Somehow though, I seem to escape it.

Daughter turns down a meal at ours. She says she's staying at home to aggressively practice her maths ahead of her interview. Her words.

So we have a spot of Handmaid's Tale, which is proving to be a bit of a long winded drag despite its many accolades. I also feel I should watch this Gunpowder thing that everyone is complaining about. Apparently someone was hung drawn and quartered on it, which isn’t something you get everyday on the BBC. L's reaction... is there a book?

(Tuesday 24^th October)

Some Lively Frivolity

I'm on the bus again today and I fear I am now over rested. I’m sure you can over taper. I get no sympathy from L who is rested to the point of pulling her hair out but isn’t, of course, tapering for anything. Well, apart from her planned power shopping on Sunday.

She does sneak in a lunch time swim. I go for lunchtime pints, she goes for lunchtime swims... who's the healthy one here?

Apparently it hurt but it was worth it. I dissuade her from her planned post-work gym session with the promise of some lively frivolity at home to include the anti-God documentary ‘The God Who Wasn't There’ on Youtube and another instalment of the Handmaid's Tale, which we are laboriously working our way through. Quite a combo. 

(Friday 13^th October)