🥅 Week 268 - Goals

I waved off my wife this weekend as she tackled the Commando Series 6K race in Kent. Before leaving, she cursed her previous willingness to sign up, but she completed the course and her team all seemed to enjoy trekking through rivers and mud. No, I will not be joining them next year.

This week I went to the gym twice for my lovely swimming-sauna-steam routine, and while L was commandoing, I took C for his weekly Saturday morning swimming lesson. Normally his mother takes him, and so I had to navigate the shoes off-on-off-on-off-on changing room rules to get him poolside. This week he competently completed backstroke with one arm and a float.

Just two weeks after I saw Gene in Valencia, I saw them again. I do see other bands, it’s just that it’s been 20+ years since they’ve toured regularly and you never know when your last Olympian will be, so I’ll keep buying tickets. There were five of us this time at the historic Roundhouse, with strong support from Rialto and The Slow Readers Club. It was the second night of two and the setlist included a new song among 22 rarities and favourites. Fully worth getting home at 00:30.

H’s Sunday football mercifully kicked off in the afternoon, and after last week’s 0-0, they managed to find the net a stunning nine times, winning 9-1. H was very happy with his brace, including a left-foot hook, and all of the squad worked hard throughout. His coach was beaming.

Proper honest football, unlike the continuing farce of Man City in the Premier League.