Up and at it earlier than normal as we are expecting Darryl the plasterer at eight. When I say earlier than normal I don’t man earlier than the five thirty I sometimes get up at during the summer. Earlier than the time I’d get up after taking THG up a pot of tea.
The heavy rain of the weekend has moved on having given the garden a good soaking. Whether it was enough water to sort out the greens at Laughterton’s 18 holer I doubt. The dyke that they normally take water from had dried up a while back with the club resorting to temporary greens.
There was a short time yesterday evening where I was stranded in the shed watching the tennis. Just before the time I needed to fire up the barbie. Turned out ok. Being stranded in the shed is good as long as you have plenty of supplies to keep you going. Not sure that was the case last night.
Back to the pool this morning. Body/temple etc. I am feeling the benefit although next weekend is going to be a challenge with George’s stag do, ELO’s last gig and the fifth day of the Lords test in rapid succession. Life is short…
I wouldn’t ordinarily consider going on a stag do but this is the “nice” one with family and old friends. The one to avoid is the rugby club job that will be some other weekend.