Week 3: Octopuses

• Went to Spain with 13 other work folks. Couldn’t land the plane in Bilbao and got diverted to Barcelona, hence a horrendous bus journey back, and so missed a day. Then squeezed in a trip to the Guggenheim before the drinking began. I realised the hard way that I’m not 30 any more. Nice to have done it, lots of good memories and stories to tell, but not sure I could do it again.
• It shouldn’t be a surprise that I’m going to try and dry out for a couple of weeks.
• Left my beloved brolly in a prostitute filled karaoke bar in Bilbao. Gutted. I bought that 10 years ago when I was buying my wedding outfit. I guess these things come and go in our lives.
• It’s ‘octopuses’, not ‘octopi’. We were sold a lie.
• First Parkrun back in weeks. I'm still wasn't completely certain I wouldn't bring up a lung after the cold I've been battling. Went ok in the end and got round. I definitely need to get into the gym a bit more now.
• Quote of the week: "This sangria is not like the one at the Guggenheim."