Boycotting public transport

Was meant to see how the knee was doing last night but spoke to dad on the phone and lost the plot completely. Today’s work outfit is half suit/half running gear, much to the enjoyment of my colleagues. They’re used to my weird dress sense though, so no one even bats an eyelid when I show up in weird combos, they simply wish me a good run. No tube for me tonight! I’ve even managed to bring a packed lunch – found something that I think might be curry-related in the freezer. There’s rice in there, but the rest I’m not sure about. But I like surprises! I should really just put the money I save on travel when I run home from work in a piggy bank and spend on running shoes. --- Oh right – ex-boss just came round and asked if I fancy lunch on her – a welcome back-lunch for the girl I used to cover for and has now returned from maternity leave – oh yeah! Like she even needs to ask! Unknown lunch can sit in the fridge until tomorrow.