Indecent Or Not

On the bike today, I survive the roads and my still fraying shorts. L vows to stitch them before I get arrested for indecency.

It’s a nice sunny day for cycling, indecent or not. I think today might be summer.

L swims 50 lengths. Blimey. I feel faint at the thought, hope I never have to swim that far. Apart from in the Great North Swim of course. I must train for that sometime.

I get a confusing text from Daughter saying ‘after these assignments I shall start to sort my life out’. Confusing because it could have come from L. That’s the sort of text she sends me three times a week. Like mother, like Daughter.

(Tuesday 7^th May)

Disintegrating Shorts

I cycle again despite a rapidly disintegrating pair of cycling shorts. They hold up to the job, just and I don't get arrested.

Squash is postponed due to decorating, so I don’t have to rush home for that. Apparently my opponent’s body won’t take decorating and squash in the same week. It’s a dangerous sport is decorating.

Instead the dogs get on the park again and then we head over to meet L from the ‘pump’ class, where hopefully she’s been pumping gently in order not to aggravate anything vital ahead of Sheffield next week.

(Thursday 2^nd May)