Through On Penalties Again

There are so many staff in our office now that the kettle is almost permanently on and consequently we have been going through kettles every few months. So now some bright spark has purchased an urn to provide the hot water. Of course we might now start going through urns every few months.

Amazingly our entry by email was selected in the ballot and therefore we are accepted in to the Round Sheffield Run.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I bike while I go dogging on Tuesday rather than Wednesday due to Derby’s FA Cup Replay against Southampton. L comes over with us on Tuesday to see her folks but goes home on the bus.

As regards the match. Derby again come back from two down, as they did in the original tie, and then win through 5-3 on penalties. At the same time they upstaged Theresa May’s ‘I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing about Brexit’ speech which was scheduled to be covered live on the News At Ten. Extra time and penalties shunted her to BBC2, and apparently Huw Edwards was forced to stand in the cold outside parliament for an extra half hour, poor lamb. I just hope he got to watch the penalties.

Apparently 3.3 million watched the match while 2.5 million watched Theresa May but I suppose she should be getting used to defeats like that by now. 

(Wednesday 16^th January)

The Lad On Tour

This morning we head over to Bedworth Parkrun, which is Nuneaton way. We are on our way to visit Son, to introduce him to the Lad. His GF seems terribly enthusiastic to meet him, she’s probably hoping it might help her twist Son’s arm to get their own little bundle of furry joy. We make a mental note to take our own coffee... and milk. Do they even have a kettle?

We had considered the parkrun at War Memorial Park in Coventry but we’re still traumatised by the many races we’ve done that consist of multiple loops of War Memorial Park, even though the last time we visited must be about ten years ago now.

Bedworth is actually a new Parkrun and this is only the second running. It goes well, as does the visiting. Then it’s back home for a night in, we both have loops of Holme Pierrepoint to do tomorrow.
 

(Saturday 24^th February)

It's Star Wars Tonight

Finally on the bike and it’s a bloody cold one, almost chip your fingers off the handlebars weather. Bizarrely just the one hand refuses to warm up and I also had to get the kettle out at work to defrost my lock (but not my hand) so that I could secure my bike but other than that it was fun.

L goes back to physio and actually gets a chap who is prepared to go 'hands on'. Very old school. Naturally he contradicted the previous physio but that’s the problem with physios, they all say different things.

L has admitted to sneaking a read of the Daily Mail again and refers me to the ’five sex sins all women are guilty of'. Only five?

These apparently are: - being squeamish, not willing to try new things, not knowing their own body, never initiating sex and getting embarrassed too easily. Then L proposes a Friday Night, so that’s number four dealt with, and she says that she’ll do more or less anything I suggest even if I want to pretend its Star Wars (which I don’t). It must be my birthday or something.

Perhaps we should have another go with the gym ball.

(Thursday 18^th February)