I wrote an earlier version of this week-end post and then realised that I sounded like someone spiralling into an existential panic attack in slow motion, instead of someone with a half-full calendar and a Bluesky account, which is what I actually am.
So here goes.
Ghyll’s foot is healing, slowly. I think he’s walking on it well but we went out for a slightly longer walk over the weekend and he sort of looked like he was trying to avoid leaning on it. But then he’s quite happy to put his full weight on it to cock a leg and obliterate some previous dog’s scent-history. Sometimes I know exactly what Ghyll is thinking and sometimes the inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.
The car needed its annual MOT so I rode my bike back and forth to Shotton to bring it to & pick it up from the garage there. They called me only 15 minutes before closing on Wednesday evening and I raced up the hill to the garage in like 8 minutes. Maybe it was only 8 minutes to Bruce Glaser Terrace. Anyway I’ve been quoting 8 minutes to anyone who would listen & who knows the distance between Wingate & Shotton.
I also somehow coordinated with the good folks at Dowling Stoves to have a new plate manufactured to cover the hole in the flue. Some yobbo “lost” the original gub that covers the sweeping hole so we had to do some collaborative brainstorming to come up with a better solution, which in the end turned out to be a single piece of 4mm sheet metal bent into the shape of the flue & held in place with jubilee clips. Up at Haughtongreen to install it with our MBA Area Organiser David, who cheerfully blackmailed the lads visiting for the weekend into doing a proper tidy-up before leaving. The new gub fit magnificently. Hey Siri remind me to write back to Dowling with a picture of the fix in place.
It’s my first week following the proper training plan for the Bob Graham; I keep thinking to myself that I ought to produce some sort of David Roche-inspired “Road to the BG” video series before remembering that I know not the first thing about producing a video series. The training plan is tough but fair. I went out on Saturday night and felt like I could really belt up the hills without losing puff. Probably psychosomatic + noobgainz but at this point I’ll take what I can get.
Uck a bunch of stuff also happened online but I’m electing not to think about it.
