Get up and take doggo on park with his ball. He deserves a ball game after his exertions yesterday and my legs need a rest from running. As we are walking back, Doggo stops and sniffs the air. I know this routine, that’s what happens seconds before he bolts away from me on the orienteering courses. He has L’s scent in his nostrils. I try sniffing the air too, but it doesn’t work for me. Despite that I do see L running across the bottom of the field, Doggo with his appalling eyesight does not.
We get back home and collapse. L gets back home and then does another turbo session and then another run. She’s done that many bricks in the last few days she’ll soon be able to build a small wall.
It seems that Nottingham's already legendary water feature has broken again or to give it it's correct name the 'water terrace'. They obviously underestimated the number of paddlers. Its reflecting pool has a problem with water building up behind its granite cladding. In other words, it's not waterproof.
Picture pinched from Factory Girl's blog. Sorry.
In the evening we go for a swim, at Clifton, not one of our favourite place. Despite it being an 'adults only' session; there are several children there, only problem is that they are over eighteen so I suppose they have to let them in. We manage to do thirty lengths and get out quick.
L has been reading Gustave Flaubert's book about the adulterous Madame Bovary. Tonight we watch part one of the BBC's adaptation of it on DVD.
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