A Reasonable Performance

I don’t bike as the winds are approaching gale force. I take the bus instead. I also don’t run, it’s totally foul out there for most of the day.

L re-enters the world of swimming, doesn’t relapse anything and doesn’t even need the steps to get out of the pool. Next step will be a run and not just the one that's coming up on Sunday.

It has been confirmed that we certainly won't be the oldest ones at Glastonbury this year. The Who are there.

There's a reasonable performance from MD at dog training tonight.

A Girl With Several Plans

My girl is a girl with a plan, several plans. She’s in the gym today, then re-starting swimming on Wednesday, then going running and then the fitness campaign will be back in full swing next week if she survives Sunday. Ah yes. The Great Manchester 10k. Not sure if she means surviving the actual run or surviving doing the run with Daughter, a very reluctant Daughter at that. Tin hats at the ready.

Today is also L's moving day into her new office.

I manage to swim, although I have to trim 10 lengths off my planned 60 when I end up running late due to traffic.

(Tuesday 5^th May)

A Risky Fifth

Its bank holiday Monday and we’re at Shrewsbury dog show, even L is with us. This is the first time this show has extended over the weekend into Monday and entries numbers are low for the extra day. Subsequently we are finished by lunchtime.

MD performs very well, we get a clear round and 2^nd place on one course. We would have got a second 2^nd if I hadn’t rushed him and he felled a pole. As is tradition, one run is an absolute stinker but then we get another crack in the ring where he felled the pole. The end of the course is identical and this time we are clear but a minor mid-course disagreement leaves us out the rosettes.

We head home and catch up with some bed time.Then later we head out for two pints in Crafty Crow and then two more in the Hand and Heart. By now it has started raining and with twenty minutes until the bus we go for a risky fifth in the Ropewalk, purely to wait for the bus in there out of the rain you understand. This turns out to be the best pint of the night, a stout. I think our heads will regret it later.

(Monday 4^th May)