A return to the treadmill on Sunday.
Having survived Park Run on Saturday, I made the diagnosis that my ‘unfortunate injury’ has healed.
A quick scratch before mounting the treadmill, and all seemed fine.
Some weighs and some swimming followed. And then the spa.
Woh - before you know it, that’s Sunday gone.
I had enough daylight remaining to tidy up the garden after Storm Dorris.
Daisy and Dotty did their best to distract me.
The second half of the League Cup final was actually competitive.
Martin Tyler mentioned that Forest have won the League Cup four times. I was proud to recall that I have seen three of these - the earliest being back in 1977.
Funny old game, etc.
Anna returned from her silly golf early evening. We had a few kitchen conversations about the flat.
How much?
And then part 3 of the gripping Roots remake.