In The Pink

Today's ride in certainly wasn't stormin'. I felt held back by the weight of last night's stodgy pizza.

Daughter's back at school today. She's promised me faithfully that she'll try not upset her form teacher on his first day back, suppose tomorrows another day. Anyway she's going to be too busy trying to hide her, not quite legitimate, shoes from him. She's even gone in new trousers rather than the antique pair with the purple wool repair job that she's so fond of but again there's always tomorrow.

Cycle to the pool and meet L in there, who's already done a gym workout. For once I share a lane with her. She looks pretty fearsome in her goggles and with a look of sheer concentration on her face. The blancmange pink swimsuit, her description, does slightly dilute the effect.

Afterwards I take Doggo on the park only to find they're now shutting the gates from 7pm onwards. So we have to walk a very long way round to get on. We're not the only ones; the place is packed. You would have thought as the place has been shut all morning all week because of the deer shoot that they'd have extended the hours in the evening to make up for it. What's even more bizarre is that there's a function on in the hall, so the car park is full of cars for that and therefore they have to leave the main gate open to let those out. So it was pretty pointless shutting the other gates.

L is pretty lively at bedtime, and I've not got my badger skin on, or my rough and ready gamekeeper attire. So it must be the legendary lycra effect. Terrific post watershed workout.