In The Wash

The weather really can’t decide what time of year it is and it’s quite cold this morning. My long Lycra trousers that I use on the bike are in the wash so I indulge in a spot of cross dressing and borrow an old pair of L’s that I’ve used before. 

The calf is ok, not great, no change really but there’s still plenty of time for it to recover before Sunday’s race...

A pub lunch today but I go for the same dark ale as yesterday at the Brunswick.

L goes over to the Tennis Centre and says she will drag her fat sexy arse around the gym. 

I mop up a few beat boxes on the way home on my bike and then head off dogging with the boys.

(Wednesday 4^th May)

A Bag For Life

Cycling to work today wasn’t particularly cold but it was windy. Hopefully it will blow me home but it never seems to work out that way.

Whilst I dog train, L is pumping iron before rushing off for a secret dog-free rendezvous with Mr Meile. She does get up to bad girl things when our backs are turned. Mr Meile will soon be required again if we bring much grit back with us.

L is contemplating ordering a couple of doggy bags but hopefully not at the prices we saw at Grasmere last week end. A supermarket bag for life would probably do the trick.

(Wednesday 7^th January)