I didn’t have much to contribute to their conversation, which was mainly about blisters, trainers, times and wrist-mounted devices that recorded and stored performance information of various types. The young man, Damian, encouraged me to buy one for my own use so that I could track improvements in my performance. Someone else was providing Jenny with a lift home so there was no chance to continue our last discussion.
Sunday is Son Day.
Cliff wasn’t with her when Helen arrived with Paul. I walked to the car to help him with his things – it looked as if he had his PlayStation with him. It was perhaps as well since it was starting to drizzle. Overall, it had been a miserable Spring so far.
Helen said that Paul had told her that I’d started doing the Parkrun. She asked where it took place and I told her that I went to one near Altrincham. She looked puzzled.
“Isn’t there one nearer here?”
I told her that I’d joined a group that Susie belonged to. Helen was taken aback.
“The redhead who was at our house that day you had the meeting there?” she asked.
I told her that it was.
“You didn’t waste much time!”
“Helen, first-off, you know your own tricks best, you’re in no position to talk and anyway, she’s just a friend. We all still work together on the project.”
“I notice that you’ve started using aftershave,” she said.
“Is that any of your business now?”
“No,” she said, “but that red-haired piece won’t put up with you neglecting her for as long as I did. Be warned.” She seemed to realise that she’d let her feelings show and changed tack.
“Paul told me that he’d like to go jogging with you,” she said, “Would that cramp your style?”
“No,” I said, “Does that mean that I can have him on Saturdays too?”
“As long as you don’t think that it’ll make any difference to your child support payments,” she countered, turning back to get into her car.
“We’ll need to leave here early on Saturday morning,” I said, “Can he stay over with me on Friday night?”
I didn’t trust her not to ensure, to spite me, that he wouldn’t be ready in time for me to leave. She stopped, presumably to consider, but she agreed, provided that I returned him to her no later than noon on the Saturday.
Paul was looking up at me, dismayed to have heard the anger in our voices.
I put my free arm around his shoulder and walked back to the house with him. Helen hadn’t waved goodbye to us.
“Your mum says that you can come jogging with me next Saturday,” I said, “Would you like that?”
His smile was big enough to split his young face as he said that it would be great. We agreed that he’d come to the Sports shop with me, once it had opened, so that he could choose some running kit. The trip took most of the remainder of the morning as he made his choices with care. The young woman who had served me last time was helping me again. While Paul was trying on some of the kit in a changing room, she asked me how I’d got on with my purchases. I thanked her for asking and said that I’d followed her advice about pre-using the kit. I suspect that I hadn’t fully answered her question. During the rest of his time with me that day, Paul played virtual games with his friends, but he kept coming down to ask me questions about the run.
I told him about the sleepover arrangement and that I’d see him again on Friday evening and kept his new kit at my house ready for the Saturday.
Today my featured photo was taken in Liverpool in January 2020 inside the Liverpool Council for Voluntary Services Building (LCVS). It shows the spiral staircase from above. I’ll provide another photos tomorrow.
The Exif data are as follows: Pentax K-1 36 MP full frame camera with a 15-30 mm f/2.8 lens @ 15 mm and f/4. Shutter speed was 1/40 secs and the ISO 800. The shot was mounted on a tripod and post processed in Lightroom Classic.