Monday June 15th to Friday June 26th Inclusive.
Filling in the gaps again!
What a dozy idea: driving down to Sheffield early on Monday morning [15th]. I will have to be more sensible in future. The Leeds section was busier than anticipated and there were road works heading towards sunny Sheff. along the M1 but I was home by 7.45ish.
I fell asleep at my desk at Uni but was wide awake by lunch time. Feli told me she's off to France this weekend (a whole week early). Uni is a ghost town. The weeks seemed to be stretching endlessly before me!
Stats for the two weeks:
Number of dog miles walked during the 2 weeks - 65! (A dog mile is the same as a human mile but done with a canine companion.)
Number of laps of the pool swum - 1200. That is 6 kilometres of swimming. No wonder my muscles are toned and my tummy is flat!
Number of Skype sessions with Laura - 15. I know that's more than 12 days. We just had to have more. Seriously.
Number of Sex Skype sessions with Laura - 1. Unsatifactory. We got the giggles. We started off quite seriously but it descended into farce.
Number of self administered sex sessions - 28. I got seriously bored. The stick up toy proved a great distraction - this is the reason for the high numbers. I tried it stuck on the tiles in the bathroom (7/10); the wardrobe door (6/10 - burned knees); the lounge coffee table (10/10) and the kitchen floor (8/10).
I was sorely tempted to try the conservatory but the chances of being discovered far outweighed the potential pleasure. My office door (6/10 it c kept coming unstuck); the office filing cabinet (9/10) and the office desk (8/10 - too high to be comfy).
Number of sets of batteries used in sex toy - 1. The black and gold vibrator is the toy of choice here.
Number of times I went to Mum's house - 3.
Number of meals out - 3 (all at Mum's).
Number of wins racked up by Fremantle Dockers since the start of the season -11 out of 12! Way to go Dockers!
Number of losses by Yorkshire Cricket Club since the start of the season - 0. Way to go Tykes. I hope to see a few days at Scarborough in July.
Number of hours spent gardening during the 12 days - approximately 6. I cut the grass; weeded the flower beds; dead headed roses and discovered the dog kennel roof needed re-felting.
Number of hours spent using the garden during the 12 days - about 16. A couple of hours per night when it was fine sitting out on the patio with a cuppa and the newspaper or book. Lovely.
I had a frantic phone call on the Friday 19th from Laura who had screamed at her Dad, packed her stuff and stormed off. She loaded her little car and was all set to come back to Sheff. The car's battery was flat! Her Dad jump started it from his car and then sat with her inside putting everything right again. In the end she stayed.
The argument was mainly about her doing a Masters degree. It morphed into her sexuality and then about me and my pernicious influence on her! Once the truce was brokered, in the car, she told her Dad that, if he ever revisited the things he'd said before she walked out, the next time she would remove herself from his life forever. Eric may be a West Cumbrian dinosaur but he knows his daughter and he knows she definitely means it. She looks all sweetness and light - and a hot as hell (in my eyes) but she is stubbornness personified. I am a laid back slacker in comparison.
That evening the family group (Eric, Molly, Stephen and Loll) plus my Dad, Louisa and Chloé all trooped off to the Whitehaven Air Show. They went in a two car convoy, with Laura driving them in her little Nissan. At the harbour they walked out onto the Lime Tongue with a fast food concoction for their meal all set to be entertained. The witnesses the Parachute Incident, where one of the Red Devils' chites went wonky and it looked like he'd plummet to his death. The audience reaction was one of palpable terror (her words) and they were really quite shocked. The crowd gave a cheer as the two men landed safely in the waters of the harbour.
It was all over the media for the next few days! Stephen had tried to film it all on his mobile phone but he only managed the bit where they hit the water and then were rescued.
It was the latter, rather than the argument which was the reason for Loll's frantic manner on the phone. I can thoroughly understand how she felt. You get the same feeling when watching a climber who slips and falls to the end of their belay.
On the Saturday after Laura's report I took Callie for a walk over to Higger Tor and Carl Wark across Stanage Edge. I parked at Hollow Meadows and did a 'there and back' stroll of about 12 miles altogether. It was weird to be at the rock but not climbing it.
The second week was even worse than the first in terms of feeling helpless with out My Girl. I think it must mean I have bad. Seriously bad. Which is good.
Number of days until Laura's exam results are available - 14. They are published on Muse at 2pm on Friday 10th July. She'll then access her HEAR which will have all sorts of details about what to do next. (The Uni is very efficient.)
Number of days until we both start full time at XXX & Y - 2. We begin this Monday, 29th June.
Number of days until we sail to Arran - 40. We have booked the earliest crossing on Saturday August 8th.
Number of days we'll be on Arran - 24, We return to Ardrossan on Tuesday 1st of September.
This was written after lunch (Kirkstile Inn) on Saturday 27th June. Next entry will have yesterday's details and the rest of the weekend.
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