Oh No, Here We Go Again

I get the bus into work, somehow dodging the worst of the rain. Not so L, apparently.

My plan is to run after work, which I do, with the rain now reduced to just an annoying drizzle but I change my route to avoid the river path which will probably be flooded. Instead I try to cut though the industrial estate on Raynesway but this just seems to take ages.

Then after only 8km, I have to abort my run after my calf tightens up. Oh no, here we go again. Walking loosens it but then when I run again it goes tight again. So I get the bus home.

Once home, I then head out again to collect L from her own ‘not running’ session. Her running partners are just eating at the Royal Oak in Ockbrook and I meet them there. It was worth the trip to get the rarity of Worthington White Shield on draft.

(Tuesday 8^th August)

My Own Personal Chauffeur

L’s spending a day working from home, entertaining the boiler repairman and of course the dogs. I think she’s already regretting it, dog wise. I'm sure they’ll be asleep soon.

I get the CityLink bus again, which is fine. It’s just me, again, and my own personal chauffeur.

The boiler man comes and goes. He hasn’t got the parts with him that he needs. I think we saw that one coming. He leaves us sort of working. I would hope so; it was sort of working before he arrived.

L suggests that after the beer festival tonight, we come home and have Chinese noodles and prawn crackers with the dogs. It was a good job she said that now, otherwise I would have dismissed it later as a drunken request.

We’re at Derby Winter Beer Festival, at the Roundhouse, and I meet L there after work. It seemed better this year, the beer seems more in order this time, whereas last year they seemed to have been racked in some top secret (or random) order. Apart from a few missing beers, which I assume have run out or not arrived, I find everything I’m looking for.

Then, late in the evening, I venture into the back room where the A’s and B’s are held, only to find another selection of ‘Championship’ beers including all the missing ones. They’ve done it to me again and now there’s not much time to catch up.

I think L only has 3 beers all night, partly because I end up drinking a few of hers she didn’t like. I'm good like that. Instead of the beers she has several glasses of mead.

Me

Thornbridge, Craft Union 5.0% (half)                 

Muirhouse, Drum Patientia Franco 6.0% (half)         

Peak Ales, Noggin Filler 5.0% (half)           

Hoggleys, Solstice Stout 5.0% (third)          

North Star, Polaris XB Winter Porter 5.2% (third)    

North Star, Devils Deadly Weapon 6.6% (third)  

By The Horns, Diamond Geezer Red 5.5% (half)   

Nobby's, Tow'd Navigation 6.1% (third)         

Grainstore, Rutland Beast 5.3% (half)          

Raw, Empire Ghost 5.9% (half)            

L

Worthington, White Shield 5.6% (third)         

Stocklinch, Black Smock 5.0% (third)                 

Grainstore, Rutland Beast 5.3% (third)         

Mead, Mead. Mead...

Now for those noodles.

(Friday 22^nd February)