It’s A Hard Life Being A Peasant

Today we head off to visit the Warwick peasants. Hopefully to catch them in the stocks and throw fruit and vegetables at them. That’s Son and his girlfriend by the way, who are on duty at Warwick Castle.

Sadly Son has been employed on the ticket desk and isn’t dressed peasantly but is (sort of) smart. They have blagged us free tickets and we have a good day looking around the grounds, the Great Hall, the ramparts and watching the ‘Trebuchet Fireball Show’.

His girlfriend is assisting in the ‘Flight of the Eagles’ which consists of several impressive but wayward birds (feathered) not quite doing as they should and not recalling on cue. I can totally sympathise with him. I have exactly the same problem with the dogs at agility training.

Afterward we eat at the Vine in Warwick again. Unfortunately just with Son, his girlfriend is still on duty until 9pm and can’t join us. It’s a hard life being a peasant. 

(Sunday 27^th October)

On The Late Shift

On the bike, at long last. Although I nearly didn't bother when I saw the rain but it eased off, eventually stopped and the ride turned out rather pleasant in the end. I didn’t even notice my dodgy knee as I was cycling but it’s a bit stiff now as I sit at work.

Had a few problems with a woman in a pointlessly large vehicle. She pulled out in front of me, then when she realised her error slammed on her brakes and therefore rather than just causing me to brake heavily actually blocked my path. So I had the swerve around the back of her car, at which point she started to reverse back into the side street from where she’d come. Crazy. Unless of course her aim was to actually try to kill me.

In the evening L runs. Unfortunately I need her running partners for dog training. She says I’m welcome to them. It’s a double session tonight, a session each. Doggo’s on the late shift, so perhaps he'll sleep tonight. Any more of his random barking at 2am and he'll be getting a muzzle. Even MD seems to have got bored with it now and doesn’t even bother getting out of bed to see what the old git’s barking at, let along bother joining in.

L suggests I forgo my post training takeaway that I very occasionally go for when we don’t finish until late and it’ll be around a 10:30 finish tonight. She’s says to think carefully about those ulcers before I turn down her offer of home cooked food in which she is very adept at cramming in vegetables. Hmmm perhaps, she has a point.

(Wednesday 12th January)