The New Abode

We head to Manchester today to see Daughter’s new abode in Eccles. She now has her own place which is good as she does have a ferocious ability to see off flatmates.

She has no furniture yet, just a blow up mattress and a gym ball. Which is probably all you need but we’re going to order her a bed and her father is going to order her a settee. We do all spoil her. Although her settee isn’t due to be delivered for a month but in the meantime I guess perching on her gym ball will do wonders for her core.

I even show her how to switch her hot water on (I think).

We check out the local pubs and have Sunday Lunch in the Barton Arms, an Ember Inns pubs. Not bad and with a decent selection of beers.

On the journey we start the new Robert Galbraith book ‘Career of Evil’ on audio of course.

 (Sunday 20^th March)

Opt In

I opt in to a wet bike ride, I daren’t miss another one but I do end up soaked. It wasn’t raining as I was getting ready but it started lobbing it down the moment I got out the door. Was fun though.

Mo Farah has entered the World Half Marathon Championships in Cardiff. Looks like we have competition but he’s probably just after the t-shirt.

L says this is her. 

Only you can't see if the lass is sat on a gym ball or not, trying to stay awake, as L is. I suggest that perhaps she should just give into it. Sleep at work, then she’ll be wide away for book reading and other stuff at home.

She does complain that she’s simply not cracking on with her books. What she needs is a good long winded dog show to start catching up. Oh look. I have two of those coming up in quick succession.

(Friday 22^nd January)

Gym Balls

My opponent's back seems to be ok so I attempt to book squash for next week but fail as they’re booked up. Perhaps I was wrong and everyones New Year's resolutions haven’t already crashed and burned.

L is apparently sat at the office on a gym ball which conjures up quite an image. If you 'google' there are plenty of images of appropriate (and inappropriate) uses for gym balls, a lot of them rather intriguingly indecent. Luckily she also has a gym ball at home and today is Friday.

I’m on the bus today and after work I head to the velodrome for a Watt Bike session. For once my personal stalker is nowhere to be found. 5k warm up, ramp session to 315 watts, 5k warm down, brisk 5k to finish. Knackered after that lot.

L warns that if she’s not around when I get home she’s either taken the boys our for a walk or she’s upstairs draped over the gym ball. I’m hoping for the latter. 

(Friday 8^th January)