Laying Low

This morning we lay low for a while, hiding under the covers from the rain. Eventually it eases and we are one of the last to emerge from their tents to face the day but yet again we have a wet tent to dry out.

We head for a light pub tapas style lunch at the Hawkshead Brewery in Staveley and a few drinks too of course before heading back down the M6 once more accompanied by Rachel Abbott’s Sleep Tight.

The light lunch means we can pig out on a takeaway curry from the Park Tandoori later.

(Sunday 8^th November)

Hardly The Schedule Of A Geriatric

Back on the bike, which went well, although it still had to rain on me of course.

Dog training tonight. L assures us that she’ll no doubt be zonked on the settee when we get home, being the geriatric thing that she says she is. That is when she gets back from her punishing training schedule - swim this morning, gym and run this evening etc etc. Which is hardly the schedule of a geriatric.

At training, MD is awesome.

(Wednesday 3^rd June)

Romantic Listening

It’s a grotty morning unless you’re still in bed then its romantic listening to the rain pounding on the roof but all good things come to an end. Otherwise known as having to get up for work or as L puts it, to fund our mad lifestyle. L has her new empire to go to and I have my battered old one.

Did she say mad? I’m not sure what’s mad about it? All seems quite normal to me.

Things still seems quite normal when later I’m sheltering under the eaves of a small shed in the middle of a muddy field waiting for the rain to stop so that we can start dog training.

It could be an interesting session, wet underfoot and bloody windy. Yet MD is brilliant. So brilliant in fact that I consider leaving after only ten minutes and not because of the weather. Now is the time to go in case things take a turn for the worse because they can’t get any better tonight. Bless him.

(Monday 18^th May)

Not Wind Assisted

The rain has finally stopped and I’m back on the bike. Sadly the wind is still with us and I pedal into a headwind all the way. All very good training I suppose.

L swims 50 lengths before work. If I did that I think I’d sleep the rest of the day. Although I’m not much better after having cycled here.

You would have though the return ride would be wind assisted but it isn’t.

(Tuesday 8^th April)

The Perfect Hangover Cure

The perfect hangover cure. Rain, winds and ball chucking on the park. Some may disagree.

Then there’s the New Year’s Day football and Derby lose. How dare they?

Wigan actually totally muscled them off the park. Oh well, you can’t win them all. First defeat in nine.

(Wednesday 1^st January)