Inconclusive

I bike into work and then go for a bit of a lunchtime trot \ fitness test. Inconclusive...

L is out Beat Boxing again, she’s even spending her lunchtime doing it. She’s just so trying to beat me. I shall do some tonight as I have a free evening. Although as I suspected you get points even if you scan the same box twice which somewhat takes the challenge out of it. It doesn’t seem worth heading off into deeper darker rarely explored areas of Nottingham when I could just redo the ones I’ve already done. Some folk will simply rack up a huge score just by walking between the same few boxes every day, day after day.

However my evening beat box adventure doesn’t go to plan. First I am delayed only ten minutes after leaving work by a puncture, just as L texts to say she’s mopped up another two on her to the train station. Having fixed my puncture and I then get as far as Broxtowe before it goes down again. I blame the state of my totally bald tyre, so I abort the beat boxing after a grand total of zero and head home to order a new tyre off Wiggle.

Then it’s a night of home alone, just me and the boys. L texts to see if we are ok from a bar in Manchester where she is drinking cocktails and eating Marmite Chips. Yuk. Perhaps we have the better of it as we order an Indian Takeaway from the Bhaji Takeaway.

After the traumas it caused him (and by consequence, me) the last time L left him, Doggo copes well this time. For me, it’s a bit lonely in the bed with just the two of us there but MD seems to like the extra space.

(Friday 6^th May)

Dispensing Pleasantries

I bike and then run at lunchtime, a 5.5k trot today. Kilometre number two took 10 minutes as I bumped into somebody from the dog club who also happens to work on Pride Park and I had to dispense pleasantries. It also meant I had to cut a kilometre off my route to make up for lost time or else my lunch hour would have gone on forever.

L hogs the cooker to make her Mum and Dad a cottage pie and an apple crumble as they are traipsing up and down the motorway visiting L’s brother in hospital. The only question is where’s my apple crumble?

I am now told that L’s rather late birthday present is now out of stock and it’ll be another week at least (if the stars align correctly). I cancel and offer her something else instead.

(Thursday 14^th May)

Almost In Double Figures?

Today is L’s birthday but sadly the birthday present that I ordered hasn’t arrived yet. I have a backup plan and give the birthday girl a couple of pairs of the eye-wateringly expensive Wolford tights that she loves. I love them too, on her of course. So it’s win-win all round.

I manage another bike to work and another lunch time trot (can’t really call it a run). This time I manage 6.1k. Which L describes as almost in double figures. I think she’s had a mathematical failure there, although I will be in double figures next weekend as we’re both doing the Leicester 10k.

(Friday 8^th May)