Naughty But Nice

I’m still tapering of course. L is very clear that the only injury that will be countenanced pre Vitruvian is shoving Doggo's tongue down his throat if he doesn’t stop licking everything that does or doesn’t move.

Meanwhile L’s on her travels, off to Leamington to see Son. There are loads of Reading Festival folk on her train which I think makes my hip festival girl feel she’s missing out. I think we might have to do Glastonbury again... If we do, I will start the campaign for Ride a bit earlier.

At home, we have a man painting our bottoms black. They are slowly putting the finishing touches to our new rendering.

After work I meet L off her train at Derby station and we head to the Alexandra for a few very naughty but nice beers. We discover Buttermuch is on, so it turns into more than just a naughty few and I've already had a pub lunch.

(Thursday 27^th August)

Timed To Perfection

It’s a bit wet out there. Real Reading/Leeds Festival weather and I’m planning a run home.

L though, off work again, does her run in the morning, in the worst of it and recovers in a hot bath. Which she times to perfection because an hour later the gasman arrives round, gives our nearly new boiler its annual service and condemns it.

Apparently there’s a crack in it and he makes L sign a waiver in case any of us are gassed over the weekend... then he vows to be back as soon as feasibly possible to fix it, which will be Tuesday of course because of the bank holiday. Thankfully we’re all away this weekend, L and I up in Morecambe, Son is up to something in Stoke (again) and Daughter... ah, she’ll be in. Just no hot baths for her and she won’t be able to wash any pots. Not that I can see that being much of a issue. She also won’t be able to dry her clothes over the radiators... Now I can see some benefits.

The plan tonight was for me to run all the way to Beeston, which is full half marathon distance and for L to walk up from the other direction with the dogs, so we can then crash in the Victoria.

At lunchtime it’s not looking good weather wise. I’ve not even managed to get out for a sandwich, such is the deluge. Eventually it fines up, I get lunch, do my run and the Victoria even lays on a 5%er.

(Friday 26th August)