Why was the chicken in the road?

I didn’t set the alarm for this morning. I left it to fate whether I woke up in time to head off to the gym. It was meant to be as I was awake and ready. I pedalled there and then did seventy lengths. I feel I’m getting better and the Manchester Swim next month isn’t feeling so frightening.

I had another short ride out to the shop and then a walk with Carole and Jude tonight. The rest of the day I pottered about. I phoned my manager and I’ve sorted a date for going back to work.

So what with the chicken I hear you ask? Well it isn’t every day you see a polystyrene chicken in the ginnel. It made me think of the book...The Keeper of Lost Things. Who went out with a chicken? How could you mislay it?