Awesomes In A Row

L queries why today’s cycle into work was only ‘very good’ while yesterday’s was ‘awesome’. Sadly my old body can’t quite manage two awesomes in a row, well not in everything.

Would you believe that according to the Chilcott Report Tony Blair misled us and took us into war knowing that he was lying through his teeth about Iraq having Weapons of Mass Destruction? That’s a shock, not. Even the dogs knew that.

L heads over to Mickleover to visit first a friend, then her parents before ending up as usual in the Masons where she’ll get the Bass in for me. Déjà vu. Yes, sadly it’s the same beer selection again.

(Wednesday 6^th July)

Eating At The Hard Rock

As I cycle to work it is with one eye almost permanently on the sky, so convinced am I that it was about to rain on me but it didn’t. The weather is about as decisive as a British political party.

L's sister’s family are in New York City and L seems a touch jealous. Seemingly the long weekend in a muddy field in Cumbria didn't compare. I’m sure our summer sojourn to the Orkneys will be far more exciting. We'll be eating at some hard rock rather than at the Hard Rock Café.

I’m not sure what the New York City equivalent of the RousayLap is but I’m sure there’s something and obviously we’d have to enter if there was.

 

Last year a mere 72 cyclists, 16 runners, 10 walkers and a motorised scooter did the Rousay Lap. L seems quite excited at the prospect of being the first person to crawl it or she could do it with MD while I push Doggo round in a wheelbarrow.

The sun comes out for the cycle home, yep as decisive as a British political party, then I head over to dog training.

(Tuesday 5^th July)

Grounds For Divorce

I again bike to work, so I’m really packing the training in this week. I suppose some would say it's a bit late.

The Triathlon organisers have now put up a shorten summary of their gargantuan Race Guide which has reduced their original waffle down from forty-one pages to just eight. Much better, well sort of.

It appears that registration is in the city centre near T2, so we need to go there first to register. Then we need to drive to the swim start at Roundhay Park for the practice swim which is 2pm-4pm and to set up T1 at Roundhay, which is open from 2pm-8pm. Then we have to drive all the way back to registration and set up T2 because this also doesn’t open until 2pm, so we can't do it on our first trip because we need to be at the swim at that time. I’m sure all will become clear on Saturday.

L comes home with a white toasting loaf under her arm which she admits is grounds for divorce. Predictably the bread turns out to be waxy, fake tasting and not particularly chunky. She doesn’t like it.

She’s tempted to chuck it out for the birds but then the dogs will eat it and get fat. Alternatively it’s so waxy she’s considering shoving it in a candle holder and trying to light it. Sounds like a plan.

(Thursday 9^th June)