My Purpose In Life

Bus again. This time it’s because I'm planning a seriously competitive and seriously sweaty Watt Bike session up against all the other seriously competitive and seriously sweaty boys and girls. Nobody is taking any prisoners tonight.

L says she’s still not changed her mind and still fancies both Leeds and Sheffield. Oh dear, this won’t do. Isn’t it my purpose in life to drag her screaming to these things? Then again, no doubt, come the day, they’ll be some dragging and some screaming.

 

So I take the joint plunge and buy us both a half marathon ‘season ticket’ for Leeds and Sheffield. Sheffield is the 10th April, only two weeks after Cardiff, only a week after skiing. That’s going to hurt. 

(Wednesday 17^th February)

Government Guidelines

It’s already becoming a big year for deaths. Today Alan Rickman, another one gone.

Derby’s cup game with Manchester United has been moved to the Friday evening for screening on the BBC which means I still can’t make it as we’re setting up for our dog show then. It does get me out of paying the outrageous price of £35 a ticket and that’s with a Season Ticket holder’s discount. If that’s a taste of the Premier League then I’m on a diet.

Additionally the home league game that was on that Saturday has now been shifted to the following Tuesday, which I also can’t go to as I have tickets to see Bloc Party.

I’m on the bike again today while L does a double header of Pump and Yoga. She’ll sleep well again after that lot and she already seems to be regretting stating that she intended to be conform to the new government guidelines tonight but , of course, she’s allowed to change her mind.

Squash is off due to my opponent’s ongoing back problems, so I might as well make up my own entertainment. A Friday night Thai with extra chillies and wine for those willing to flaunt the guidelines.

(Thursday 14^th January)

Something Trivial

Boxing Day does not start well. I go to bed feeling a little unwell. A night of vomiting and diarrhoea follows. I guess it must have been something I ate and it certainly had no intention of staying eaten.

Recovery is remarkably swift come morning but L bans me from my planned parkrun at West Park. Which means MD also misses out. He is gutted as L goes it alone. My parents show up, mainly to hand over my season ticket in case I have to crawl to the match this afternoon.

I am fine for the match though as Derby defeat Fulham 2-0. L drops me off at my parents’ place before collecting me later from the match, where she also drops Daughter off to meet her father. She then joins us at L’s parents for a pleasant evening and an over serious game of Trivial Pursuit against her sister’s family. Which we lose.

(Saturday 26^th December)