Tippy Tappy

I'm on the bike today while L is at Pilates and bemoaning the ‘old codgers’ who were doing Yoga followed by Pilates before changing leisure centres and doing Aquarobics followed by Pump. She wants to be as fit a pensioner. Yes but are they all doing the Thunder Run this weekend? No? I thought not. They’re probably not that daft.

Back to the Fuddle preparations, the veggie pasta sauce is now ready and the meat sauce is on its way while volleyball is organised for tomorrow afternoon. Somehow, by actually focussing on the run bit, I feel we’re not quite getting in to the spirit of this. L has bought some wet wipes though, if that counts.

Later it’s tennis. Not my favourite sport but I do like to indulge my regular squash partner in his quest for some summer fresh air and a bit of tippy tappy over a net. The Tennis Centre is actually open, which is a rarity during the tennis season as it’s usually being used for competitions.

Afterwards we go to the Victoria where the Titanic Plum Porter is rather nice but I get the last pint in the barrel and everyone spends all evening looking at me disapprovingly while trying not to drool.

(Thursday 21^st July)

In A Ditch

My rear tyre is flat when I get the bike out of the shed this morning but when I pump it up again it appears to want to stay inflated. Hmmm, dilemma. Will it stay up?

I give it a go and it makes it over half the way to work. It lasted until Borrowash and then I tried to fix it but neither of my spare tubes would inflate. I even borrowed someone else’s pump, thinking there was something wrong with mine but still no good. There must be a nail or something in the tyre or the rim but I can’t see anything. I ride to work on one wheel.

L will think I was in a ditch somewhere. Well, I was. Bike upside down in a ditch with me trying to fix it.

I get the bus home after work and we pick the bike up on the way to this evening’s dog class. Afterwards L and I meet up as usual for one in the Mason’s.

Today is the first day I’ve used the car since Leap Year Day and the really big news is that the car has got its day back. The clock is correct for the first time in four years.

(Wednesday 2^nd March)

A False Sense Of Security

Dogging is ‘surprisingly’ off so after work I head to John Carroll for a swim. Where I am lulled into a false sense of security as I jump into lane 2 where the only occupant is a girl with immaculate hair piled up on top of her head, bone dry, who is chatting away to someone in the next lane and not doing any swimming.

Eventually she finishes chatting and starts swimming only after I've took the edges off myself with 20 lengths of the pool. Then she wipes the floor with me.

I crawl home to see if I can resist ball chucking for a fourth day in a row.

L has headed to Harvey Hadden for a workout blitz. I’m not exactly sure what a ‘workout blitz’ involves but in this case I’m told in involves Pump and Pilates.

I do the househusband thing and promise to have something hot on the table ready for when she gets home.

(Monday 4^th January)