Cake May Be The Answer

I meet my brother for lunch and as he’s another one who’s not into walking anywhere he drives us to Five Lamps, which makes a change at least, because the Brunswick is a nightmare to park at. Sadly the beers were all pale apart from a rather tempting 5.2% Porter but I didn’t indulge, despite my 50 dark beers in a year pledge. I had their house beer from Derby Brewery instead.

L skips the gym and heads home to bake, cake is the answer apparently. Not sure what the question is?

I run after work with the intention of building on the seven miles I did last Friday but I have to abort after my calf goes tight during my warm up. Not good. I get the bus to Bramcote from where I attempt a light jog and then limp my way through six beat boxes doing Beat the Street instead. I bump into L and the dogs on the park, doing some sneaky beat boxing themselves. Although L mutters something about it not being safe being home alone with something chunky and chocolatey lurking in the bedroom. Ah, the giant Toblerone that stands watch in the corner, it was for Daughter but she asked us to save her from it and now I have to save L from it. 

(Friday 29^th April)

Beat The Street

My birthday gets off to an earlier than planned start with MD vomiting at the top of the stairs at 5:30am. It’s not all bad news though, once that’s cleaned up and with everyone now wide awake the birthday celebrations can get in to full swing earlier than planned. Then once the foreplay is out of the way it’s onto the bike for a cold but excellent ride into work.

There’s not a cake in sight for my birthday at work but then cakes aren’t really my thing. I have been to the pub though, which is a good way to start my 50^th year and my quest to drink 50 different dark beers this year. Although I’ll probably have that done by the end of the summer. It's not off to a promising start with just a standard bitter today. Null points.

Yesterday’s ride home didn’t turn out to be as wet as I feared but tonight’s makes up for it in spades, or should that be in buckets. Once home, I have to strip everything off and steam myself dry while chuck balls of course but no one here to see it and thankfully the neighbours don't seem to be in either. 

L is out doing Beat the Street. She’s got me card too, so I hope to start beeping boxes as well before the end of the week.

I spend the evening of my birthday at dog class where there is also no cake and no beer either. 

(Wednesday 27^th April)