Friday, 25 April 2014


As I often do, I went for a run today at lunchtime.  After showering I returned to where I had left my stuff, which had been moved along the bench someway as someone else had opened their locker.  But there were no pants.  Oh, I thought, I must have left them in my locker. I’ll just nip out in my towel, I thought (my locker is outside the changing rooms, in the basement).  Thunk, as the door closes behind me. Building pass safely in my wallet, inside the changing rooms.

So there I stand, stranded, in only my towel.  A few minutes pass.  A chap appears, but he has no access to the changing rooms.  A few more minutes pass.  I begin to wander around the basement, then I hear the door go – I give chase.  A woman is disappearing around the corner but a yell turns her around. “Don’t ask” I say as she kindly opens the door for me.

So I am back inside, but still pantless.  There are a pair of grey CK boxers inside this chaps locker.  I pick them up as her comes round the corner.  He says our pants have been mixed up. Worse, he is wearing my pair. To be fair he is very apologetic, but it’s too late, I have already glanced at the pants in my hand, his pants, his horribly skidded pants.  We swap, but having seen evidence of the state of his arse, there is no way I am wearing them – so here I now sit, typing this, commando.

Quickish run though.

Monday, 14 April 2014

The ageing alumni

On Saturday we travelled up to Greenwich to meet two of my old uni pals (the ‘of’ is a bit redundant, it’s not like I had many uni friends) and their families.

We recently met Sean and Laura after his son was born, but I haven’t seen Al for a decade, since we finished uni, and obviously have never met Claire, his wife. When I finally messaged him a few weeks ago I wished him congratulations on the news they are expecting baby number two...  ...and Ella’s first birthday  ...and her birth  ...and his marriage  ...and getting into the police (he has just done his Sgts exams).

It was good to catch up with them and nice we have all had kids so close together.  After Nandos (20% military discount, who knew?) we had a quick walk around the grand buildings of Greenwich uni – it is the old Royal Naval College so is really quite impressive.  Unfortunately, the university is far better architecturally than it is academically.

We plan to reinact this photo in another decade:

In The Painted Hall.  From left:

Alan and Ella, the model, Nick and Willow, the tree, and Sean and William, the superman

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

A sink half full

After twenty months of owning / living in this house, yesterday I finally worked out how to use the plug of the bathroom sink. Which, it turns out, is not broken after all.

Just back from an extremely soggy weekend in Wales.  Dragged the cadets up a Diff in the pouring rain. It wasn’t the best fun.  No photos as my phone is bricked from a software update - I am adapting to it well though.