Great ride on Saturday. We rode through Woldingham and then through the golf course en route to the Tatsfield Bus Stop where we drank tea and chatted before heading home again. There was a frost on the ground and the skies were clear, it was a pleasant day. Andy and I parted at The Ridge and I risked the off-road path. I still don't know if I've got a puncture waiting for me in the garage because I didn't ride today. I attended a birthday party and didn't get to hit the sack until around 0100hrs.
I woke up around 0500hrs but stayed in bed, fell back to sleep and then woke up as the radio sparked to life at 0700hrs. The plan was to go out on the short six-miler, I even went as far as getting ready and walking around the house (for most of the day) with my right trouser leg tucked into my sock until I resigned myself to not cycling, for some reason I couldn't face it. I read the first chapter of a book by David Hepworth entitled 1971 and then I drove to mum's, ate some cake, drank some tea, watched Escape to the Country, drove to Sutton, drove home and now here I sit at the dining table with the television on, but I'm not watching it, I should switch it off, but somebody's switched over to the Harry Potter movie, the last one, where Harry and Hermione have their own kids and they're about to go to Hogwart's. Got to get my act together tomorrow. Dinner's on, I can smell it and it smells good and there's the Strictly results show coming up. Sundays are great, especially when it's dark and cold outside. It's almost 1900hrs and I'm wondering about the bike, perhaps I ought to take a look. I'd hate to have a puncture because that would throw me for the whole week. Another rear wheel puncture would be terrible so best not to think about it.
There's an election debate on. It's so boring. Really, it is. There are no candidates suitable for the top job. Farage? Nope. Johnson? Nope. Swinson? Nope. Corbyn? Nope. All the rest of them? Nope. They're all lying, none of them can be trusted. I've considered not voting, for the first time in my voting life.
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| Cold weather on Saturday morning, great ride though! |
There's an election debate on. It's so boring. Really, it is. There are no candidates suitable for the top job. Farage? Nope. Johnson? Nope. Swinson? Nope. Corbyn? Nope. All the rest of them? Nope. They're all lying, none of them can be trusted. I've considered not voting, for the first time in my voting life.
