The Male Perspective

A bit of a ‘normal persons’ day today. No shows, no races. Instead a bit of food shopping, walking the dogs, hedge cutting... nothing very exciting.

Suppose I do fit in a bit of training with MD, that is after I've repaired the garden to make it safe to run around by filling in all the holes he’s dug. Then I have to repair the hurdles that he’s chewed... Eventually we get down to some training.

After we’ve had a good session and I've gone back inside the house, I look out of the window to see him batting all three poles off the hurdles with his paw, then trying to pull the rubber supports out with his teeth, so that he can chew them. Not happy!

Meanwhile L and Daughter are in town searching for shoes to go with her prom dress. It'll be the last time she sees most of her school year and personally I think she’d make more of a lasting impression in thigh length boots but obviously that’s the male perspective. The shoes are actually rather impressive; as well as pink (but we'll gloss over that), I just hope she’s ok with heights.

In the evening we go for a wander round some of the pubs in Wollaton. It’s been some time since we last looked into the ones that we don’t normally frequent. The ‘Willoughby’ is no longer known as the Willoughby but despite a bit of a paint job not much else has changed, the layout has never been conducive to ‘just going for a drink’ and this hasn't changed. The food was never any good either, so hopefully they’ve improved that. They have a trio of ales on which is a good effort and a slight improvement but still nothing very exciting, so we don’t stay.

‘Middletons’ which was formerly the ‘Roebuck’ is now a totally different pub and seems to be an improvement. They have five ales on, so we decided to stay, again nothing earth shattering but enough to keep us entertained on a low alcohol night. Three halves... must be a race on.