Game Birds And Shrapnel

With the old double bed gone we move both the kids’ beds down into our old room - the new guest room or whatever you want to call it. It’s also my wardrobe at the moment until I can sort something upstairs. Both L and I now have entire rooms for our clothes, makes us both sound very chic doesn’t it. Not.

L, not I, has been eyeing up the game birds on the market. She had narrowed it down to either partridge or pheasant and we go with pheasant for tea tonight. It’s an interesting experience as long as you kept spitting the gun pellets out. I thought it was just bony but no, it was full shrapnel. 

(Sunday 1^st March)

End Of Another Era

It’s the end of another era today, the council are collecting the old double bed today along with its lightly notched headboard. I did remember to remove the handcuffs first. I'm more sad about the headboard than the bed, which was truly knackered. I’d bought that headboard especially as the old one had nothing to grab on to, so I didn’t really see it as having much use. Ah, the fond memories.

I have a very eventful morning on the bike. It wasn’t the rain that was the problem, more the wind and the two punctures. I went down a rather large pot hole and punctured both tyres at once. Never done that before. It has to be said the roads are in a dreadful state at the moment but they don’t tend to start fixing them until late summer.

The Brunswick has its Damson Stout on at lunch time, which goes down very well.

Squash is off, as there are still no vacancies for a game this week.

I get back on the bike to ride home and cross my fingers. I can’t have any more punctures because I’ve used up all my tubes.

L heads off to do a duathlon. Running to spin then running home. She arrives home dripping with sweat. Very nice.

(Thursday 26^th February)