Imagine The Outcry

I was seriously mislead by the weather report this morning and I should really have cycled to work. In the end there is no wind, no rain, it is relatively warm and there isn't the fog that there was yesterday. L says they could even see the ball on the park.

What makes the decision worse is that the A52 was shut and the bus had to detour, so I end up thirty minutes late for work.

After the pre-Christmas break, the Christmas break and the post-Christmas break I was hoping to return to squash tonight but no, it's off again. My opponent says he has only managed 2k of his New Year running programme, so he doesn’t deem himself fit enough to play again yet. Of course playing would get him fit but he also might lose which is more important obviously.

So I head off to the gym for a rather predictable (but enjoyable) pedalling session. I suppose I could have instead gone for a ground breaking session on the elliptical trainer where apparently you can watch a film of where you are virtually ellipticalling (or whatever the phrase is) but I wouldn’t know how to work it.

The gym is still chock full of the sort of people you don’t normally see in there and I would say its standing room only in the changing rooms as well but there isn’t even room for that. Although it would help if they removed the cleaner. Quite why they need to clean at 6pm when it’s at its busiest I have no idea.

It was a female cleaner as well, despite the fact there were about twenty blokes in there in various stages of undress heading in and out of the showers. Can you imagine the outcry, the newspaper inches and the TV news coverage if there was a male cleaner in the female changing rooms?

The woman gets a few disparaging looks but nobody really gives a damn and just carries on as normal, naked or not, while she just carries on cleaning, showing no signs of being in any sort of hurry.

(Thursday 12^th January)

B-Day?

Day 25

L contemplates yoga this morning but in the end decides that chucking balls on the park with MD is the better workout. She’s probably right. I mean yoga? Not that I’ve ever done it.

Typically of our awkward dog, on what is theoretically his last day in the front bedroom, he trotted merrily off into the room and sat in the wardrobe. Clearly he is worried I will reclaim that wardrobe.

Rather bizarrely when I turn up at work today it is to find that the cleaner, presumably a new one, has washed up everyone’s mugs and then put them back at their desks. That’s twenty or so mugs back at their owner’s desks exactly where they left them last night but clean. It's almost Twilight Zone. 

It must also have been an amazing feat of memory to recall which mug went where or did they do each one individually or perhaps they photographed the location of each one first? Fascinating.

I text the builder with a list of bathroom related issues. He doesn’t reply. However I am prepared for this and have come in the car today. So I go over at lunchtime to see if there’s any life.

He was actually there and fitting a plastic strip around the toilet. He agreed with me about the unfinished bits but I really can’t see them being sorted today particularly as he says he’s going to try to unblock our drains with his pressure hose this afternoon.

Naturally I have ball session with the dogs while I’m there. MD was out of the bedroom and into the garden as soon as I opened the door, long before Doggo even realised I was there.

The bathroom shop calls again. Is it finished? No.

Then just as I’ve put the phone down to them, our builder calls. Is it finished? Yes. 

Really?

I rush home and apparently he is right. It is finally finished, one day short of the fourth week. The pyramids were constructed in about the same time frame I believe but you probably can't get a hot shower in them. Sadly though he hasn’t managed to clear the drains which means we can't get a hot shower in ours either, yet. He says he'll pop back later to show me where they are blocked.

Squash is cancelled. Half the lights were out on the court last week and apparently they have now failed completely so they have cancelled our booking for tonight. Also the one remaining court is already booked up for next week, so we’ll be having at least two weeks off.

This disrupts L’s plans to run there and meet us in the pub. So I selflessly offer to go and sit in the pub anyway because obviously a run is not really a run without a pub at the end of it. Rather than the Navigation and I go to wait in the Dispensary where they have beer number 102 Castle Rock’s Most Haunted.

(Thursday 3^rd November)