rest day and nan sent me up the garden after her dog, who had nicked a bit of toast and apparently qualified for the olympics overnight. i only jogged after him but the grass were wet and i had to keep checking my footing, could feel my old calf getting tight every time i stopped. caught him by sitting down and pretending i had something better, genius tactics from the big lad. then i couldnt get up without putting a hand on the ground because he climbed straight onto my lap. sat there warm and out of puff with cold coming through my jeans while nan laughed from the door. better workout than i had planned, worse trousers

nan beat me at dominoes again and this time i watched what she kept instead of just staring at my own tiles like a muppet. she remembers what everybody couldnt play earlier, while im busy being pleased ive got a double. asked her how long she'd been doing that and she looked at me like i'd asked how long she'd been breathing. tried it next game, remembered two things and forgot whose turn it was. at work i can spot a pattern in a batch of plates no problem, so its annoying that six tiles can make me look thick. she says less talking would help. outrageous suggestion from a woman who talks through the whole game herself

missus came home with a drawing one of the nursery kids had done of her and she were proper chuffed, explaining which bit was her hair and why she had six fingers. i started doing my usual taking the piss and she went quiet, so i stopped. felt a bit of a knob because it mattered to her and i had made it sound daft. told her i liked that the kid had made her taller than everybody else and she smiled again. put it on the fridge myself. now i keep looking at it when i get the milk, she's got this massive grin in the picture and i can see why she were happy even if i still dunna know what the purple thing is