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Showing posts with label team mates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label team mates. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Stir Crazy

This weekend saw three days running and competing at my own club's dog show.

The running of the show bit goes really well, the competing bit not so well, although it is very difficult to successfully combine the two. Meanwhile L goes stir crazy and can’t wait to get demobbed at the end of the weekend. I did take a whole mini-keg of Hobgoblin as way of a survival kit but I'm not sure it worked.

MD and I get one clear round on the Friday and that’s it for the rest of the weekend. Apart from clears in both team and pairs on Saturday but neither our team mates or our pairs partner reciprocated. The highlight however was actually Sunday’s 7th place, but with five faults, on a really testing agility course.

The other highlight was, naturally, the eating and drinking. After the Last Heretic and a curry on Friday we book into a Thai restaurant called Nipa on Saturday, after a drink in the local White Swan at Walton on Trent first. The Thai is on Barton Marina in Barton Under Needwood.

We return to the Marina again on Saturday night where we meet my parents for a meal at The Waterfront which is a bit rowdy and the meals are a bit weird. Two of our meals had curry sauces (one Thai, one Indian) but were generally 'English' style dishes and I'm not sure it worked. Still a decent meal though.

(Sunday 30th July)

Friday, 22 July 2016

This Thing Is Actually Happening



Our Thunder Run team mates arrived at Catton Park promptly when gates opened at 8am this morning and have set up camp. I feel a touch guilty for not assisting but they seem happy enough doing everything and we are feeling part of it courtesy of the constant Facebook status updates.

I get a text from a number I don’t recognise saying ‘we is registered’ and read something on Facebook about Prosecco ice lollies. It appears this thing is actually happening.

L is a mass of butterflies. I feel her pain, all that food and socialising. It's good job there’s a race to take our minds off it. She says she’s bringing home the Magnums, which is another way of taking your mind of it. I assume she means ice cream and not champagne. 

(Friday 22nd July)