At Fault

My legs seem fine after last night’s hairy adventures which is a good job as I’m in Worcester today for a dog show.

We have a nice clear round to start off the day despite MD looking like he’s not really woken up yet. To be fair, although he was a bit sluggish at first, he did seem to have woken up by jump number four.

It was also going well on our second run until he inexplicably missed out a jump, his fault I think, and our third run was going equally well until I miss queued the tunnel, my fault I think.

Back home L is still in bed probably because she can’t move after all her efforts yesterday. Although she claims she is actually enthused and planning her race diary.

We miss a contact on our last run, probably his fault... so we head off home, stopping off at Aston to see my folks on the way.

In the evening we do a grand tour of Beeston’s two micro pubs, Pottle Of Blues and Totally Tapped.

(Saturday 17^th June)

I Have My Uses

After a day in the car and a day on the bus, both slowly chugging their way through the ludicrous traffic, it’s got to be the bike today despite the rain, which is persistent it not too heavy. Even so, once at work there are bits of me hanging everywhere drying off. It was also a bit hairy at times. My brakes weren’t very good anyway but are far worse in the wet. Just don’t tell L.

L's sends out personalised Santa wish lists to the kids and her family whilst copying me into them all. Now I’m all excited waiting for my own personalised list. Even though house rules prevent us thinking about these matters until Monday, when December arrives. She says she’s saving the expensive stuff for mine. I do have my uses.

L goes running with a friend after work and then I drop her at my parents on the way to dogging. Always willing to provide a service. I do have my uses.

(Wednesday 26^th November)