In The Wash

The weather really can’t decide what time of year it is and it’s quite cold this morning. My long Lycra trousers that I use on the bike are in the wash so I indulge in a spot of cross dressing and borrow an old pair of L’s that I’ve used before. 

The calf is ok, not great, no change really but there’s still plenty of time for it to recover before Sunday’s race...

A pub lunch today but I go for the same dark ale as yesterday at the Brunswick.

L goes over to the Tennis Centre and says she will drag her fat sexy arse around the gym. 

I mop up a few beat boxes on the way home on my bike and then head off dogging with the boys.

(Wednesday 4^th May)

All Yours

The weather turns again and it’s very windy today but still I cycle.

While I was battling with the elements, L was on the pull at the swimming pool and conversing with some minimally clad hunk (he probably flip turns as well). She tells me his proclamation of ‘all yours’ was referring to his hand over of the empty pool to her. I'm not so sure, I reckon he was probably hedging his bets.

Yay it’s Friday. Hopefully the wind will be blowing my way and will powered me home in record time. I need to take L’s mind off her pool buoy.

(Friday 5^th February)

Something Hot On The Table

It’s really warm on the bike this morning. What’s wrong with the weather? We head to the pub at lunchtime almost in shirt sleeves.

The BBC announces that sticks are bad for your dogs, L was hoping it would be balls. It'll be alcohol next.

A night at home tonight being a househusband slaving over a hot stove and putting something hot on the table for L when she returns home from pumping iron.

(Wednesday 20^th January)