Escaping kittens kick-started Monday morning.
I tried to leave the house for the morning swim, and so did the kittens.
Nice try, luv.
Both of you are GROUNDED until at least after Christmas when you will be in a better position to fend off any randy old Tom cat from over the garden fence.
The bicycle ride along the Trail was average, but then I could say that every day.
The landscape around these parts has a subtle element of change. Two weeks ago and I was still calling it late summer.
A stillness settled across the Colne Valley, almost as though the elements were waiting for something a little more sinister to happen.
I’m still riding the summer MTB. The Trail is holding up well, with little rain over recent weeks.
The swim was decent. Forty lengths in a lane to myself.
In Vanity News: I continued the fitness theme with a return to bench presses for the first time in three months.
I had to stop after a little bit of an elbow issue. The good Doctor advised me that it would repair itself.
I eased back in gently with the weights.
A little bit of work, and then a little bit of gardening.
I put in a futile attempt to sweep up the blood red leaves from the front garden. They were falling faster than I could rake them in.
I took a strategic decision not to attempt to floor the giant daisies until all of the buds have given up on the sunlight for another season.
An afternoon of routine work, Gilles Peterson for company on the iPlayer, and then another trip to the vets.
I still can’t shake the sadness of the many visits that we had to make over what was a difficult summer.
But now the sadness has been replaced with cheeky optimism and two naughty kittens.
Daisy and Dotty [STOP IT] were booked in for their second set of jabs. We also made arrangements for them to be spayed in a couple of months. I just don’t trust those randy Tom cats.
It was a very bittersweet experience 🙁
Early evening was spent with my continued quest to become fluent in French. I’m still enjoying the daily challenge, but my capacity to learn appears to have peaked.
Oh - and making inroads into the Tour of GB, which I still haven’t watched.
Chapeau!