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09.29 – 10.05

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Life

Αα has taken to reminding us what really bad sleep looks like. She’s decided that she belongs in our bed from about 2am and we’ve now had to take fairly drastic measures to disabuse her of that notion. She has not been happy about it and she has been extremely vocal on the matter (I feel deeply sorry for our downstairs neighbours because we’ve lived through having screaming kids above us at night time and it’s definitely no fun). Hopefully a few nights of tough love will get her to give up trying to negotiate a way out of her cot, but she is tenacious as all heck.

We got another recommendation for a builder who came round and didn’t seem too much like a cowboy. But I can’t find any evidence of him being a part of the company he claims to be with and somehow just a bit too keen. I guess we’ll see how mad his quote is.

Ηη put in another strong parkrun performance on Sunday, then took part in a modelling shoot for our ex-nursery-parent friends’ clothing line launch (or something, I have no idea I paid very little attention). He was on good form, only showing an altogether deserved level of disgruntlement when his nursery pal started spitting at everyone. I can’t begin to comprehend why the spitting kid wasn’t being roundly admonished by his mum, and it was left to the other parents to let him know that it wasn’t ok. Perhaps related: the spitting kid seemed much more spoiled than the last time we spent any time with him. You can really go off a five year old (which is kind of sad since it is presumably 90% the parents’ fault). Obviously you can also go off a five year old’s parents. Which I duly have.

The shoot was in Ridley Road market, where the stall owners seemed understandably disgruntled with the levels of brash entitlement on display from our lot. I felt a keen sense of embarrassment throughout, and spent a lot of the time apologising to people who we were either getting in the way of or quite clearly pissing off the locals (often both). Nobody else in our party seemed to give half a shit.

Ηη got to keep the hipster threads he’d been dressed up in and he was chuffed to bits. To be fair he looked totally ace in them, but we’ve learned from bitter experience that that is seldom a guarantee that he’s going to like anything. I’m glad the stars aligned on this occasion. I don’t think we’ll be volunteering him for future modelling work though.

We ended the week with the news that Aila was going to have to go back in for surgery because there was a leak and they didn’t know what it was. Then it transpired the surgeon who did the surgery only did one of the two things they were supposed to do, essentially putting Aila through another completely avoidable general anaesthetic and surgery. Johnny and Dani are understandably irate. I would be (I am) fucking furious. I can’t believe how much like a bad dream this all seems at every turn.

Running

• Monday easy 40'
• Tuesday Heathside track
• Wednesday easy 40'
• Thursday Marshes tempo
• Saturday parkrun
• Sunday junior parkrun + LSR

• Tuesday: Heathside track – 5.29mi at 5:38/mi
• Thursday: Marshes – 8.83mi at 7:09/mi
• Saturday: Finsbo parkrun – 6.81mi at 7:18/mi
• Sunday: Junior parkrun + LSR – 15.27mi at 7:42/mi