Teenage Crush

It’s not only me who’s limping. Doggo refuses to walk this morning, indicating total (temporary) paralysis in one of his paws, and L has to return him home.

For a while he looked longingly at the front door as L and MD departed again without him, doing his best impression of feeling sorry for himself. I console him for a while before departing for work. Out of the kindness of my heart I leave the bedroom door open for him and L is a bit miffed that the patient makes full use of the facilities (the comfy bed). Hence he doesn’t have the courtesy to sit by the front door and pretend he was missing them. At least, I suppose, being able to get on the bed is good sign.

I had considered taking the bike for a spin to work but after last night’s squash match, I think a zimmer might be more appropriate. I limp to the bus.

L lines us up to start watching the ‘White Queen’ tonight, which we recorded many moons ago. First she does me a quick resume of episode one, which I missed but she caught on iplayer.

She’s seems terribly excited by the prospect of all those heavy leather belts, thick woolly tights and long boots... on the men, and by Richard III. Whom she seem to have a teenage crush on, he wears long boots. The nice girls always go for the murdering bastards don’t they, or as she corrects me, misunderstood murdering bastards. He’s a bit young in this one though and not quite into his stride yet.

(Friday 22^nd November)

Paralysis

Diet. Salad tonight. Caesar salad to be precise, I just hope L goes easy on the Caesars.

Dog training is surprisingly off, anyone would think we had snow on the ground.

The Loughborough Half Marathon is to be rearranged. Bugger. This has the immediate effect of paralysing my calendar. Rescheduling these things is almost impossible. Most people will have other races planned, so any rescheduling is going to create a clash for somebody.

This means I now have to hold off entering anything, races or dog shows until they decide on a date. L has already entered Sheffield, hoping she’ll be fully recovered from injury by then. I was going to enter that and Scunthorpe aka North Lincolnshire Half, once I’d survived Loughborough. I’ve become cautious about entering too far ahead as I’ll only get injured again.

A work colleague has just entered the Nottingham Half, although that is no guarantee he’ll do it, although he did run the Clough-Taylor 10k last week. Nottingham are including a free t-shirt this year, which is about time. That might swing it for me, despite their rather boring new (fast) course.

(Monday 25^th March)