Philippa is training for a sponsored swim. One of the ladies who run the badminton club has got breast cancer, so all the girls are teaming up for the distance equivalent of a Round Norfolk Relay or something-or-other. I don’t know all the details, but it means I get to see her in a swimsuit more often so it’s fine by me.
We’ve got to start thinking about packing soon. I know it sounds ridiculous, but we’re going to have to put some of our stuff in storage somewhere so we don’t have to try and empty this place in one go when David and Becky get back.
I’m having a morning music session at the studio tomorrow with Ross, the guitarist who called me last week. We were going to meet up on Friday but I bottled it, to be honest. I phoned him and pretended my work hours had been changed so asked if we could postpone. Then I felt guilty and cowardly for a couple of days, so I phoned him today and said “Why don’t we forget the getting-to-know-you coffee and just get together with our instruments?” So that’s what we’re doing tomorrow. I still have a bit of a cold and a temperature though, so there’s a ready-made excuse if I want to bottle it again….
RC 29-7-13
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