TV Free Night

I nick two cleat bolts from L’s cycling shoes to repair mine and thankfully they manage to stay on as I cycle to work. Now I just need to buy some more so that I can put her shoes back together. Wiggle seem to sell them in packs of 24. Overkill or what. Clearly some cyclists must get through a lot of them.

On the way home an old chap drafts me, as in old I mean he was older than me even. He’s lucky I had my cleats on or else I wouldn’t have been much use to him. Obviously now I’m fully functioning again, last night’s girlie is conspicuous by her absence.

L heads home early via her GP for the results of her Health Check. Just like with me they fail to give her a rollicking. Either we’re doing something right or we’re just not as bad as everyone else.

They (the National Institute for Health and Care Excellence or NICE) are now saying that everyone should have one TV free night a week to help curb obesity. Ironically Friday is usually our only TV night, among other things.

(Friday 26^th September)

The Dreaded Health Check

L has been called in for the dreaded health check by her GP, like the one I had at Christmas and got a rollicking for. It does appear though that the nurse didn’t shout at her and L probably remembered to put her rucksack down when they weighed her. Actually, L points out that she changed into a nice light summer dress especially. Not an option that was open to me. I just hope she’s left it on.

She’s off work again today, which upset the boys routine. MD soon got over his shock, had a good stretch and then skipped off for his ball. They also met me off the bus later and helped me hobble home.

Tonight’s special is Baked Elastic (Alaska) that L has cooked. That, wine and the summer dress should make for a very good night. 

(Friday 6^th June)