Free To A Good Home

Monday it’s our Committee Meeting and again the Navigation Inn isn’t open. It’s in the process of being converted to a Tapas Bar but I though that was all done now. It probably wouldn’t be that welcoming for us anyway so perhaps its better that we’re now back in the Dog and Duck.

Tuesday, I’m on the bike and it’s a bit blustery which always gives the legs a good workout. Not that it’s really what I want with my calf still bad. Meanwhile L takes the dogs on the park carrying a placard saying ‘free to a good home’.

I’ve just sat down with my breakfast and started recovering from my bike ride, when the nagging emails start arriving. Sometimes it’s African Princes wanting to relocate their millions to the UK, sometime it’s your partner wanting to know if we’re going to the Faroes and Jersey Boys. Yes to both, I suppose.

Tuesday night is dogging and then on Wednesday I’m back in London for a meeting.

Thursday, I’m back on the bike and really regretting forgetting my shades. What nice weather we’re having, if you like that sort of thing. L is out in Derby in the evening and we meet her off bus because squash is off again. I would have had a problem getting there anyway. L did mention that Daughter thought the car was ‘hissing’ last night. This probably explains the flat tyre. So I have a spot of wheel changing to do.

Friday, I’m on the bike again. Ta da, three in a week. It's almost like the old days when I was young and fit. I think I may have had a bit of a powernap half way through it though. 

(Friday 20^th April)

Almost Keen

Having spent last night fixing the puncture in my bike tyre, I then don’t get chance to use it this morning. Well I could have done but it’s raining again and I’m also not sure if it will do my calf any good. I take the bus instead.

Doggo has breakfast this morning and seems almost keen.

Its pub lunch day and tonight it’s dogging. L visits her brother in hospital and I pop in at my parents’ place to deliver some Mother’s Day chocolates that I obtained from a tourist trap in Paris.

(Wednesday 9^th March)

In A Ditch

My rear tyre is flat when I get the bike out of the shed this morning but when I pump it up again it appears to want to stay inflated. Hmmm, dilemma. Will it stay up?

I give it a go and it makes it over half the way to work. It lasted until Borrowash and then I tried to fix it but neither of my spare tubes would inflate. I even borrowed someone else’s pump, thinking there was something wrong with mine but still no good. There must be a nail or something in the tyre or the rim but I can’t see anything. I ride to work on one wheel.

L will think I was in a ditch somewhere. Well, I was. Bike upside down in a ditch with me trying to fix it.

I get the bus home after work and we pick the bike up on the way to this evening’s dog class. Afterwards L and I meet up as usual for one in the Mason’s.

Today is the first day I’ve used the car since Leap Year Day and the really big news is that the car has got its day back. The clock is correct for the first time in four years.

(Wednesday 2^nd March)