Teeth Marks

L complains there are teeth marks in her orange. I’m not sure why she’s acting surprised, he doesn’t like oranges. Then she’s sorting out her credit card fraud, someone registered her with a spa and now her bank have blocked her credit card. Perhaps she could ask them if they could leave it blocked?

I haven’t been getting on with my new iphone 6s, so I take my old iphone SE into an Apple shop to see if they can fix it. They take one look at the charging port, give it quick clean and hand it back to me. Now it works again. Easy peasy when you have the knowhow. 02 wouldn’t even look at it when I took it in there.

There is a bit of stink locally because a runner from a local club was asked by the London Marathon to be an Official Pacer for 7:30. Then apparently they hassled her for being too slow, closed water stations and asked her group to move onto the pavement. Now I’m not sure they should have pacers going down that far but having decided to have an official one they really should have treated them properly.

Meanwhile L says she “can't get this bloody marathon off my mind!” Four of us doing Brighton then. Cool. There’s more running on my Facebook where a ‘memory’ pops up of MD and I doing a 10k at Catton Park, eight years ago. We made the podium but we never got the doggie buff we were promised.

The boys and I go dogging on Wednesday then L has her tennis on Thursday. I also cycle on Thursday and manage to find a route by road to the Highfield Lane bridge without getting lost.

Then on Friday I get my masseur in. It’s been a while, over a year. He seems pleased to see me and my calves.

(Friday 3^rd May)

Always A Pleasant Surprise

There is a girl sat in my car when I get to it after work on Monday, always a pleasant surprise, and a studious one with a book too. Not that we’re on snogging terms because she says she’s ill.

After giving L a lift home the boys and I go training, which has been moved from Tuesday this week.

L doesn’t improve on Tuesday and cancels her PT but we do manage a family walk on the park. If the opportunity presents itself, we can all chase the deer together.

With my lovely Iphone SE refusing to charge I take it into the O2 shop who are incredibly unsympathetic and accuse me of deliberately breaking it. They offer to send it away for analysis for a fee and depending on the findings will then fix it for an even bigger fee. To show they are not totally unsympathetic they offer to see if they have an old Nokia at the bottom of a drawer somewhere to lend me. Alternatively they can sell me a new phone.

Forced over a barrel, I buy an Iphone 6s, the most pocket friendly model that Apple still do. It’s flimsy and cheap looking unlike my SE.

On Wednesday I’m out with my old school chums. We have a few beers in the Alexandra and the Brunswick as usual but the Brunswick turn us down for food. Their one chef can’t cope with the number of orders. They have been pedalling this excuse for about five years now and it’s why we stopped going for lunch there. You’d think they’d get them a helper; they’d certainly make the money back. We have a very average meal at Antibos instead.

Afterwards I miss the Red Arrow and have to slow bus it back on the i4.

On Thursday, I manage to cycle while L’s health is described as ‘alright’ which means, of course, that things are pretty bad although she does still manage her tennis.

(Thursday 18^th April)