Second day on the bike and now everything is throbbing. What
I need is a nice reviving steak casserole in the pub at lunchtime but they have
none. Fish and chips has to do but at least they have Nottingham’s own Tuck
Porter on.
Tonight L runs up to Ruddington for Kettlercise. She always
wanted to know what you can get up to with a kettlebell and, well, now she knows
all the moves.
It gives us the chance to revisit one of the haunts of old, the
Three Crowns pub. So opponent and I head there for our post-match pint or his
case, post-match glass of water. I hope they do good water because the beer has
been a bit naff there for a while. It was good once.It's nothing special tonight.
I lose 1-4 at squash but three of them were close, really
close. I console myself with that thought and the fact I’m starting to feel a
lot fitter as I limp home afterwards. I also discover that my conqueror is now
an award winning author, having won a short story competition on the internet.
Very well hidden depths.
(Thursday 19th March)
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