Nothing Pleases Like Maltesers

L’s Mother has been rather inundated with chocolate over Christmas and I am asked to dispose of it, which is a service I provide free of charge. Most particularly the 48 bags and 3 boxes of Maltesers that she received this year which is the outcome of coming out as a self-confessed Maltesers addict a few years ago. As they say 'Nothing pleases like Maltesers'.

I take a couple of boxes to work with me. They've not been opened yet though, it’s a bit early in the year for such debauchery. 

Not that I ever start the year with any New Year’s Resolutions because if you decide to give up your vices you don’t actually live any longer, it’s just your life becomes so tedious and boring that it seems longer.

On Friday I’m on the bike again, that’s the third time in less than two weeks, but it was hard and into the wind all the way.

Saturday is Parkrun again. It seems to be almost a daily occurrence at the moment. We run at Shipley Park and I remember why I don’t like it too much there as the second lap gets the Lad and I up caught in traffic. It’s still a Shipley PB for us though. Then I drop L at Pilates.

We stay in later ahead of Sunday’s Sherwood Pines 10k.

(Saturday 4^th January)

A Brief Gap In The Weather

It’s warmer today, so I take the chance to cycle. It may only be a brief gap in the weather as Thursday is looking icy again.

We go for a pub lunch and the landlord of the Brunswick tells us to expect a forty minute wait for food. We might have to look at Thursdays again as our lunch day because Wednesdays are becoming very busy.

Then the landlord changes his mind, queue jumps the food queue for us and we have it in ten minutes instead. Might still move to Thursdays though.

I bike home amid tumbling temperatures with the prospect of an icy dogging session to come. Yes we have a double header this week but no pub as no L.

L has her own plans, which don’t go that well. Her yoga class is cancelled which isn’t very conducive to everyone’s New Year’s resolutions. She has to power it at the gym instead.

MD comes back from dogging with quite a limp. So bad that he can only just get on to our bed. I offer to foam roll it for him but he doesn’t look keen. 

(Wednesday 4^th January)