Not Really My Forte

This is L.

I may need to book myself into a different resort for the weekend?

Daughter gets her first pay cheque from her new job and asks me to do her a budget. So I adapt my own ‘financials’ spreadsheet. All I need to do then is to follow orders and make it funky. There is colour in it but clearly not enough, she says it needs the odd picture of a cat or something. Not really my forte.

We thought we’d lost Doggo’s brother this morning who has seemingly been struggling with his back legs more than Doggo has but he seemed to rally as soon as he got within sniffing distance of the vets. Good for him.

We have our second dogging session of the week today, this is because it’s our favourite trainer again. L doesn’t come this time but she has promised Doggo a nice chicken breast when he gets home. No wonder that dog is giving up dog food.

(Wednesday 22^nd March)

Yay, Cheaper Beer

L asks ‘Where on earth did all this snow come from?’ Snow? What snow? Nothing here in Derby.

Damn. I lose the sweep on how long Michael Appleton would be at Blackburn Rovers. I reckoned he’d last until April, my mate said March and so got it right. Bet Appleton wished he hadn’t jumped ship from Blackpool now.

In the Budget, they finally get the hint and beer prices are down. Yay. Time to celebrate but not until Sunday when it comes in force.

Still, it won’t hurt to have a few tonight, as I’m meeting a mate this evening. Then afterwards we're off for a ‘snack’ in Antibos. Which is a difficult one as I’m trying to get in shape for the half marathon season. Pasta instead of pizza I think. Although it comes with garlic bread. Oh well, I’ll just have to train harder. 

(Wednesday 20^th March)