Bath Time

As we have no races, dog shows and not even a home match this weekend, the dogs get two consecutive days on the park. Both days enable them to coat themselves in plenty of mud, such is the amount of precipitation of both the frozen and unfrozen varieties we’ve had this winter. Today is particularly bad and, much to Doggo’s terror, once we get back home I close off all exit routes from the kitchen and fill a bucket with soapy water. Bath time!

Late afternoon we head over to Leamington, taking Son and his significant other out for lunch. Desperate to avoid another identikit Wetherspoons Sunday Lunch, we visit the White Horse, which comes complete with a real 'live' plastic horse outside. 

The food is good, if pricey. They even do a very good cheeseboard. The beer is, again, blonde. It must be a conspiracy.

(Sunday 10^th February)

Conspiracy Theories

On the day both Bradley Wiggins and GB Cycling Coach Shane Sutton get knocked off their bikes, I ask is this a conspiracy? Is someone out to nobble our team or is it an elaborate safety campaign by our cyclists? Meanwhile I’m playing it safe on the bus.

My preparation for tonight’s squash match is knocked into turmoil with a lunchtime pub disaster. The chef is off sick e.g. no pie and chips. Can squash be played on beer and mere a sandwich? I guess I’m going to find out. Hopefully I won’t win or else I’ll have to follow that plan every week.

It’s not looking good when I win the first game but thankfully I lose 1-3. So back to pie and chips next time then.

(Thursday 8th November)