Anyone Confused?

I’m in the car today because I have another opticians appointment back in Nottingham after work as they continue their quest to improve my long range sight without worsening my near sight. There are some signs of success tonight but I won’t get too excited yet.

While I’m doing that Daughter and L are getting in some miles running from home.

In Derby it is announced that the shopping centre that most people knew as the Eagle Centre but was then redeveloped as the Westfield Centre before being sold and becoming the Intu Centre has been sold again. It will now be the Hammerson Centre. Anyone confused? It’s like the constant renaming of football stadia, what’s the point? How can you build a reputation for something you’re renaming every week. Give it a name and then stick to it. You know, like the old days. 

(Wednesday 6^th December)

They Call Him Lazarus

In the morning, rather bizarrely, Doggo is much better. He seems to be walking ok and I even take him for a short morning stroll. The trip to the vet is postponed but we both go to work worried about him. I’m on the bus due to the forecasted 45 mph winds.

I keep my promised pub lunch appointment with my colleague although I don’t feel much like eating. A pint is very welcome though.

L’s boss leaves work early, so she does too and heads home to Doggo at about 2pm. He seems fine as if he's risen like Lazarus. Phew. We’ve both been on edge all day. He seems his normal self again and is even scrounging L’s sandwich, bless him, I hope she slapped him. Then he’s outside playing ball, well barking at it. As we keep saying, we never have understood that dog.

Obviously he’s not getting any younger and his legs are getting worse but I’m guessing he may have spent most of yesterday with them folded under him which then meant he was unable to stand on them. So possibly just cramp.

I take them both dogging and he watches everyone train as usual. 

(Wednesday 22^nd November)

In The Shins

Back on the bike this morning and it was a lot harder than I expected, so perhaps my legs aren’t recovering as well as I thought.

L has an Osteopath appointment, who beats her about a bit and I think improves things a touch. He also tells her not to run... Luckily I don’t think she’s moving well enough to kick him in the shins.

Dog training tonight and then in the Masons afterwards with L and the usual beers.

(Tuesday 3^rd October)

Too Much Cycling?

Knackered. Some would say too much cycling after doing three days in a row although obviously there is actually no such thing as too much cycling.

L has a physio appointment today and she is recommended foam rolling, it was bound to come to that eventually. L knows she is always very welcome to borrow my foam roller and I am more than happy to do the honours should she wish. At least she’s not been recommended the track sprinter approach and told to go find herself a length of drain pipe.

Back on the squash tonight and a rather heavy 5-1 defeat.

(Thursday 26^th May)

Signed Off?

She may have managed the Derby 10k but L confesses that her back is actually rather bad. Oh dear. She cancels at of this week's exercise classes and books a doctor's appointment. Oh dear. Worrying but sensible. I tell her that if she’s lucky she might get signed off for a fortnight. She’s not happy at that thought.

The dog club has a committee meeting tonight from which some key people are missing. This means that some decisions which were taken last year are overturned but may well get overturned again once they are back. The joys of committees.

My first birthday card arrives, a week early. from L’s well organised sister who is abroad all week. What it actually means is she doesn’t trust anyone else to post it on her behalf. 

(Monday 20^th April)

Revengeful Mood

England have their first game of Euro 2012 tonight. Not that I’m going to get to watch it. There’s dog training tonight and I have a dog that really does need training. I’ve also managed to get a rare late appointment at the dentist. Funny that, you usually have to book weeks in advance to get an evening appointment, anyone would think there’s a match on or something.

Then, rather frustratingly, the managing director at work announces that he’s going home at four to watch the football, so if anyone else wants to leave early too they can. It’s good to have a boss who’s into these things. Cue mad scramble for the doors, including even non-football fans that see a golden opportunity when it’s offered to them.

Damn, I should have booked the dentist for earlier. I seriously consider ringing up to try to blag an earlier appointment.

L says I should be concerned because the dentist is Irish and they got a thrashing by Croatia last night didn’t they. Hope he’s not in a revengeful mood.

In the end it’s so quiet; I’m in and out in five minutes and soon off to dog class with Roy’s boys on the radio.

1-1. Not a bad result.

(Monday 11th June)