Renegade Fruit Juice Habit

This morning I arrive for work at 10am, having left home two hours and twenty minutes earlier.

A car had broken down on the A52 near Derby and traffic had backed up all the way back to Bardill’s roundabout, just outside Nottingham. It had also snarled up the slip roads off the M1 and thereby the M1 itself. Quite an achievement.

It was also unnecessary. It was a tiny car which could have been pushed off the road in seconds but instead a police car had put cones round it and sat behind it with all it’s blue lights on.

L is also heading to Derby today, meeting her folks. Good luck with that one.

Shopping is again without a Nectar card. Just how long does it take to replace one?

Then I’m at the dentist where I get lectured on my general health even though the chap has no idea how my general health is. That isn't after all his job. I even get asked the age old question about how many alcohol units I consume per week and whether I am inside the new guidelines. I refuse to answer his questions and I have no idea what this has to do with my teeth.

I am also advised that if I am going to drink fruit juice in the mornings then this should not be done before brushing my teeth but I shouldn’t drink it afterwards either unless it’s through a straw. Life used to be so simple. Apparently it’s all to do with looking after the enamel on my teeth. Although he confirms that the 50 year old enamel on my teeth is fine... despite my current renegade fruit juice habits.

After that I’m relieved to get to dog training.

(Monday 25^th September)

A Few Beheadings Before Bedtime

The legs are tired and I have squash tonight, so I decide not cycle.

When a colleague who does come on his bike describes it as ******* windy out there, I think I may have made the correct decision to leave the wheels at home today.

L has made a life changing decision and is not rejoining the running club. I shall join her in this renegade approach. I’ve always been a reluctant member anyway and have always felt a bit of a fraud because we never attend any of their events, help out and in my case I rarely wear their colours.

Not cycling doesn’t really help at squash. Although oddly for the fourth week in a row I am winning in the final game as the next players bang on the door to call time. I wonder if my opponent arranges that.

L is treating me to the TV series of ‘Pillars of the Earth’ a story of rape, pillage and beheadings in the 12^th Century that even L has been appalled by, although also riveted, on audiobook.

The actual story is about building a cathedral, which is I guess why the rape and pillage get so much time in the book, to jazz it up, along with Hayley Atwell. 

Anyhow I haven’t read the book, L has obviously and reckons the TV version is nothing like. Personally I’m just finding it jolly confusing but we’ll see it through.

(Thursday 4^th April)