Teeth Marks

L complains there are teeth marks in her orange. I’m not sure why she’s acting surprised, he doesn’t like oranges. Then she’s sorting out her credit card fraud, someone registered her with a spa and now her bank have blocked her credit card. Perhaps she could ask them if they could leave it blocked?

I haven’t been getting on with my new iphone 6s, so I take my old iphone SE into an Apple shop to see if they can fix it. They take one look at the charging port, give it quick clean and hand it back to me. Now it works again. Easy peasy when you have the knowhow. 02 wouldn’t even look at it when I took it in there.

There is a bit of stink locally because a runner from a local club was asked by the London Marathon to be an Official Pacer for 7:30. Then apparently they hassled her for being too slow, closed water stations and asked her group to move onto the pavement. Now I’m not sure they should have pacers going down that far but having decided to have an official one they really should have treated them properly.

Meanwhile L says she “can't get this bloody marathon off my mind!” Four of us doing Brighton then. Cool. There’s more running on my Facebook where a ‘memory’ pops up of MD and I doing a 10k at Catton Park, eight years ago. We made the podium but we never got the doggie buff we were promised.

The boys and I go dogging on Wednesday then L has her tennis on Thursday. I also cycle on Thursday and manage to find a route by road to the Highfield Lane bridge without getting lost.

Then on Friday I get my masseur in. It’s been a while, over a year. He seems pleased to see me and my calves.

(Friday 3^rd May)

A Good Day To Bury Bad News

Things don’t improve overnight and everyone wakes up to find out who really is running the country. The Daily Mail but then we probably already knew that. Everyone promptly starts house hunting in Scotland.

In contrast to the political situation, I have a good cycle into work. The roads are really quiet, possibly because everyone is too stunned to get out of bed or perhaps they don’t think there’s any point.

L swims and says it’s very morose in the changing rooms, it’s just the same at my work.

David Cameron steps down, figuring someone else can get us out of the mess he got us into in.Almost at the same time the long awaited Leeds Triathlon survey arrives. A good day to bury bad news as they say. With it comes a discount for next year. I’ll have to think about that one.

I get home and sneak up to the front door really quietly. Consequently I catch both dogs upstairs and fresh teeth marks on the gate. So it’s definitely MD pulling it open as Doggo has no teeth and not that level of cunning.

(Friday 24^th June)