Bad Girl Instincts

The old back injury, that I didn't know I had, flares up overnight. Yes I did something when pulling up the tent pegs back in May but it's been fine since. I was just lying in bed. Yes, just lying there.

L nurses me back to health, forces paracetamol down me and applies a hot water bottle to the affected area. She would make a good nurse, if only she had the outfit.

I recover enough to head off to work but decide it's perhaps best to skip my planned run tonight.

L checks regularly on my condition via email and utters sweet nothings such as ‘take two paracetamol every four hours’. Hmmm. Do I look like a druggie?

She even makes rice pudding in the evening, which at first I think is to be used as a soothing poultice on my injured back but is actually served in a bowl with ice cream. Any excuse to get ice cream into the house. I do try to quell her bad girl instincts but it’s all in vain.

(Friday 8^th November)

There Is No Justice

On the bike again and I seem to have a soft rear tyre. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned punctures on Monday.

At the same time I discover the downside of the A52 dual carriage route to work. This is not the place to be if you feel you’re about to have a major tyre failure.

As Chris Froome wins the prologue at the Tour De Romandie, I survive the A52 but he gets a better post race welcome. There is no justice.

 

This morning, L arrives late at the pool and only manages 20 lengths. Naturally she now hates herself for her tardy efforts.

Tonight I arrive at the pool on time and only manage 20 lengths, deliberately. It may perhaps have been more but I’m hopeless at counting. Naturally though, I’m ecstatic. Despite someone forgetting to put all the lanes in for tonight’s laned session.

Another discrepancy with our swims is that L gets in to work after hers each morning and regales me of tales of fellow swimmers slipping out of their bikinis and into strapless sundresses or nurses uniforms.  I can’t imagine the 18 stone man swimming rather slowly up and down my lane cares much for a sundresses.

(Wednesday 24^th April)