Only When I Cough

It only hurts when I laugh or cough or cry or probably cycle, so I won’t do that this morning. Thankfully I don't have to run for the bus which was on time and practically empty. There was also little traffic so I was well early for work. It seems a lot of people are already on holiday. How long off do people need off for Christmas?

Poor MD is frustrated through lack of ball. Not only was L inconsiderately too ill yesterday to sit with the door open all day but when I tried to throw it for him this morning I couldn’t. It hurt too much. That doesn't bode well for a park session tomorrow either.

(Friday 19^th December)

Only When I Laugh

I managed not to fall off the bike today. Meanwhile my ribs continue to improve slowly, only when I laugh as they say, luckily I’m at work and there’s nothing to amuse me.

L’s cycled too, claiming it was purely because she was a late. This is entirely her own fault for refusing to get up when there was still a six in the time. Blimey... that must be about three times she’s cycled now in the last month. She’ll get a reputation. Though I note that her bike doesn't come home with her this evening. Left at work hopefully and not dumped in the canal.

Have Greggs invented the perfect sandwich for me, the shape of the Mexican Bandit? I stumbled across it today, having grown tired of the inedible sandwiches being served up by the sandwich van. The bandit consists of spicy chicken, Monterey Jack cheese, jalapeño peppers and red onion topped with chilli sauce. Quite a combo. Then they spoil it by having a bit of mayonnaise lurking in there and of course there’s the white bread but it’s a good effort. Nice n spicy. If I cycle again tomorrow, I might be able to justify having another one. I hate to think how unhealthy it must be.

Later the boys and I pop onto Wollaton Park and check on the preparations for this weekend’s Splendour Music Festival. We’ll be there, well the boys won’t but L and I will be.



(Wednesday 20th July)