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Showing posts with label Victorian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victorian. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 April 2015

An Inclination To Injure



L walks the boys, which I hope didn’t relapse her back. I shall be back on it tomorrow. 

I bike in, leaving the legs pleasantly throbbing. So it’s probably a good job that squash is off due to my opponent having a plumbing related injury. I thought playing three weeks in a row would be too much considering his inclination to injuring himself.

So I don’t need to worry about my pub lunch, the steak and ale casserole, ruining my back hand. Not that I usually worry about it anyway and now we can fit in an extra Friday night at home.

L tells me she’s moved on from Neanderthal man (Clan of the Cave Bear) and is now reading a book about Victorian prostitution. Which sounds very similar to me, apart from the introduction of cash payments. Poor old Darryl Hannah never got a penny for dropping to her knees on command.

(Thursday 23rd April)

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

The Austerity Sandwich

I attempt to run into work. It was hard work. I just couldn't get going, then when I did I ran rather flatfooted which made my Helvellyn ankle sore, then I think my back went. So it went quite well really.

We have a new sandwich van on Pride Park which looks promising. I just hope it keeps coming and doesn’t give up after a few months like most of them seem to have done. The sandwich selection looks good too. No austerity sandwich though, like the 7.5p toast sandwich that made the news this week. Victorian apparently. News that may interest the studently challenged Sheffield and Warwick branches of our household.

My pub trip after work is off, which is a shame, as I've used it as an excuse to not do any training tonight. One mate forgot all about it and hasn’t been checking his email but isn’t on the ale anyway, as he's been ill. The other mate is ill right now, full of cold, but would have answered the call of duty anyway. So it sounds like I had a lucky escape really. Anyhow, we’re rescheduled, so now I can now reuse it as an excuse to not do any training before my next race in a fortnight.

Still tonight's cancellation is all good news for the dogs, whom I can now speed home to.

(Wednesday 16th November)