Baseball Bats At The Ready

Daughter is off to her gym again at Chilwell. Unfortunately it starts at 9.30. So again we don't get a lie in but we do wake up early enough for me to show L the correct way that a girl should wear her PJs. Which is lowered to her knees.

We drop Daughter off and again go for a run around Attenborough Nature Reserve. Doggo seems a bit cautious, perhaps because of the demonic Dalmatian. It doesn't take him long to perk up and he is soon off ahead. Too far ahead, he is an ambush waiting to happen. Perhaps he's looking forward to getting his own back on the Dalmatian. L is too. She keeps talking about getting hold of a baseball bat. Not sure if this is for the Dalmatian or its owners.

We do a shorter route this time, partly because it'll be quicker but also because I can barely walk after my cycling. At least this time we know the route, so we don't get lost.

We do meet the Dalmatian again. So its baseball bats at the ready. This time the owners get hold of it and Doggo even comes back to me when he's called, he must be worried. So no skirmishes occur this time.

In the afternoon, I go off to the match. Derby are on the verge of equalling two long standing club records for nine consecutive wins (held by Brian Cloughs 1969 promotion winning team) and for six consecutive clean sheets (held since 1912). Neither happens as for once Derby get a taste of their own medicine and concede an equaliser three minutes from time. Finishes 2-2. Former Derby boss Phil Brown, who is now in charge at Hull, is ecstatic. Results elsewhere mean that Derby actually stretch their lead at the top to seven points.

Get home. Quick cheese on toast. Then we walk to the Victoria. We meet up with my squash opponent and his partner. He is pleased to find out that he's surpassed himself this time. Rather than the usual bruise his racquet seems to have brought up a lump on my back instead. He wonders what the next step up from a lump is. He reckons it might be concussion; he's going to compile a chart. I tell him about rule 16 (Bleeding, injury and illness on court). As this states that if any bleeding is caused solely by the opponent’s action, the injured player wins the match. Of course he will say that me being in the way means it wasn't solely his fault. Another interesting part of the rule is that if a player vomits on court, the opponent wins the match.

Have five pints, three of them Damson Porter.

We go home and snack on keema and peas, which L prepared earlier.