Mugged (Again)

We have booked daughter in for a gym induction at Chilwell. Unfortunately it starts at 9.30. So we don't get a lie in and we don't get sex. Instead we drop her off and go for a run round Attenborough Nature Reserve. They have a marked trail of 5.5km which is ideal, as we need to be back to collect Daughter within an hour. Unfortunately the trail is as badly marked, as you would expect for something the council has put together and we get lost. Then Doggo gets mugged, again. This is becoming a distressingly frequent occurrence. A Dalmatian attacked him and pinned him to the ground by his ear, clearly hurting him. L and I had to pounce on the Dalmatian to wrench its teeth off Doggo's ear. No apology from the elderly owners, just an 'Oh he hasn't done that before'. Luckily the physical damage isn't too bad and Doggo gets away with a bleeding ear. Psychologically who knows, he is certainly well traumatised immediately after the attack.

With all these happenings the run took us well over an hour. Although I do doubt the councils measuring skills. Knackered now.

Get home and settle down with the radio to hear Derby's game at Southampton. Should be an interesting encounter. George Burley doesn't normally bother picking a defence; Billy Davies doesn't pick an attack. Reckon our good run might end and it'll be a draw could be a 0-0 or hey who knows 4-4.

In the end it's all Southampton and it should be 4-0 to them but the all-new resilient Derby hang in there and it looks like it's going to finish up 0-0, which would be a good point for us. Then with seven minutes to go Steve Howard pops in the winner. 1-0 Derby. Game Over as they say. They've done it again. Still six points clear.

Doggo seems to be recovering after his ordeal. Might all work in his favour as L is considering reviewing the conditions of his ASBO. Although we fully expect his condition to take a dramatic turn for the worse the moment we try and head off to the pub without him.

Daughter is at a sleep over come party tonight. The Mother of the girl who is having the party must be mad. Loads of kids from 6.30, then a sleep over and then she's keeping them until noon the next day. She needs certifying.

There's an added twist because Daughter tells us that there's a rumour going round school that the girl's dad is having an affair. Well at least he won't have any problem finding something to occupy him if he needs to make himself scarce while the girls take over the house.

With Daughter gone, we head into to town, without Doggo, despite his efforts to join us. Better for him to rest up.

We stick our head into three pubs: - Falcon, Red Lion, and the Sir John Borlase Warren, to see if they have any beer worth popping in for. They haven't, so we end up in the Ropewalk as usual. Three Leffes later we decide to treat ourselves to a meal. Daughter has forbidden us from going for a meal without her but what she actually told us was not to go for a curry, so we go for a Thai instead.

The meal is very good, the best we've had there, and the others haven't been bad. Although we do seem to gatecrash a couple of birthday parties. This girl is celebrating her 22nd and a guy, who was your stereotypical gay, his 18th. Although not really, turns out she's 46 and he, well couldn't work out how old he was.

We have two bottles of Singa and then stagger home. Manage to avoid popping into Scruffys for a dark one. Ah, the will power.

On the way home we almost collide a couple of times with some chap who's had several too many. When he next lurches past us and almost onto the road L grabs hold of him. She does sometimes have this Good Samaritan streak in her. It's not the first time she rescued a drunk.

At first the chap must think his luck is in. Let's face it any male would like to be grabbed by a girl in the street and carried home by her. Problems are firstly he's totally incapable and secondly there's me on L's other arm. He's very chatty. He's trying to stumble his way the fair distance to his Mother's place in Aspley. Says he's upset his mate who he was supposed to be staying with and for some reason, which I didn't catch, he isn't staying with the mother of his child. He even offers to pay us for safe passage home or buy us a pizza. If we'd been unscrupulous we could have made a nice little sum. As it is we escort him as far as we can.

Another 'uneventful' night out.