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07.20 – 07.26

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Life

I had my toe x-rayed and nothing showed up. Another physio gave me a thorough working over and failed to pinpoint the problem, but said (in no uncertain terms) that I should stop running for at least two months. I probably needed to be told this but it’s definitely not what I wanted to hear. I’ve got another podiatry appointment lined up next month and hopefully they can figure something out. It’s NHS and I’m hoping that once I’m in the system they’re going to struggle to shake me off until they’ve fixed me (crucially, without fleecing me for sixty notes a time).

With Σσ and the kids away, a knackered foot, and zero funds, I attempted to keep sane up in Higham’s Park by cycling much more than usual. I don’t know if it worked. I’m slightly concerned I might be on the brink of a mid-life crisis and our current circumstances (particularly the not running if I’m honest) aren’t helping. The rampant march of AI is definitely playing its part on the work front too.

Jim and Ange sort of pulled out of their childcare promise halfway through the week in order to go to Scotland for a party, so Σσ brought the kids home earlier than usual. Selfishly I was delighted with this outcome, but I’m still pretty pissed off on her behalf. I assumed they needed to go to Scotland because of something to do with Aila. But no, just a shindig.

We caught up with Heather and went to the Clissold splashpad opening on Saturday (haven’t seen Αα have so much fun in a long time). Then moved camp down to Tae’s (frankly too nice) flat in Stokey, which will hopefully take some pressure off the commute. One of us still has to head to Higham’s Park each day to keep the cat fed and watered though.

We’re desperate for the builders to finish the work on the flat, but trying to gauge progress is almost literally like watching paint dry. The consolation is that the paint is looking exceptionally good.