Government Guidelines

It’s already becoming a big year for deaths. Today Alan Rickman, another one gone.

Derby’s cup game with Manchester United has been moved to the Friday evening for screening on the BBC which means I still can’t make it as we’re setting up for our dog show then. It does get me out of paying the outrageous price of £35 a ticket and that’s with a Season Ticket holder’s discount. If that’s a taste of the Premier League then I’m on a diet.

Additionally the home league game that was on that Saturday has now been shifted to the following Tuesday, which I also can’t go to as I have tickets to see Bloc Party.

I’m on the bike again today while L does a double header of Pump and Yoga. She’ll sleep well again after that lot and she already seems to be regretting stating that she intended to be conform to the new government guidelines tonight but , of course, she’s allowed to change her mind.

Squash is off due to my opponent’s ongoing back problems, so I might as well make up my own entertainment. A Friday night Thai with extra chillies and wine for those willing to flaunt the guidelines.

(Thursday 14^th January)

Out Of My Way, It’s Breakfast Time

I cycle today and upset the dogs by passing them on my way out. Well, I try to upset them but although Doggo greets me, MD shrugs off my pleasantries with a look that says ‘out of my way, it’s breakfast time’. You just don’t keep MD from his breakfast.

My Valentine’s present for L finally arrives. A sexy nightshirt to replace the not so sexy one she wears in winter. I'm pleased with the new one and so is she (I think), it’s actually very sexy but would be even sexier if it was a foot shorter. I think the scissors might need to come out later.

L has been contemplating aborting her AF programme. Oh dear. She’s been disappointed that she hasn’t felt any more energetic and hasn’t been bouncing out of bed in the mornings. Well, I’d like to think she hasn’t been bouncing out of bed because she didn’t want to be parted from me but hey ho. Perhaps I’m more effective than alcohol.

We take a port to bed. Now that’s how to come back to alcohol with a bang.

It’s been sort of interesting though. Mirroring L's 500 mile challenge was tough but this has been tougher. Even I’ve been inside every government guideline on the planet for the last few weeks, which is in equal parts impressive and terrible. At least now the Treasury can stop ringing me up to ask what’s going on, their tax take has been seriously down and we're in a recession you know.

(Friday 15^th February)