A Touch Of The Percy Thrower's

Start the day with L's harvesting on my mind. That as well as planting, sowing and other things Percy Thrower-ish. Sort of.

Once at work, L reports in that she's had a cracking morning run around the pond and park, for her. She says she can even sit down after it. Which implies that she's not been able to on previous occasions but has omitted to tell me this fact. She says Doggo enjoyed it too. I'm not sure he would have done so had I taken him running. He does seem to take after L's side of the family, preferring the more sedate workout that she gives him compared with what he gets from me.

L has the Vitruvian in mind and says this is spurring her on. That’s more or less what I was thinking of during my work out this morning. Not that I would consider the thought of an open water swim as something to inspire me, drowning is certainly no turn on.

Today's news is that tennis coach, Claire Lyte, has been found guilty of conducting a sexual relationship with one of her female students. Which is horrifying enough but what I also find appalling is that the mother, who discovered them together, waited ten months before reporting the incident. She even took her daughter back to the tennis academy where she let Lyte continue to coach her and at the same time presumably turned a blind eye to them continuing their relationship. All because, I imagine, that if her Daughter made it in the tennis world and became a professional, it would have all been worth it. Only after a particularly disappointing tournament, at which point she must have realised that her Daughter was not going to be good enough to make a career out of tennis, did she report the situation to the police. Tellingly the mother, was not in court to hear the verdict.

After work I head to the Nottingham Beer Festival. L and I had planned to go there straight from work but it's a bit of a mess up because she has worked so much overtime that she's got the afternoon off. She also doesn't appear keen, touch of deja vu, it's almost like last Friday.

At the beer festival I have four halves of something dark and a half of Kimberley Classic that five local breweries are trying to recreate. So it seems it wasn't only us who rated Classic as probably Hardy's and Hanson's best beer. The festival isn't one of the better ones, they have small amounts of too many beers, which means the beers are always changing and it's so hard to get what you want. It's like going to the cinema and finding they've changed all the films without telling you. It's also incredibly packed even at 6.30 and there's a band blasting your ears out in one of the rooms. It never used to be like this. It's no coincidence that the quiet room where food is being sold becomes a bolt hole for many people which means there's nowhere for the people buying food to go. We stay a few hours and then head for home. Quite a low alcohol night really.