Some Repair Job That Was

The temperature seems to have dropped so not only do I have to transfer a lot of items from my best bike to my non-best bike, I also have to dig out some warm kit. All this sorting out makes me late and even then I’ve forgotten my tyre levers. So hopefully I won’t get a puncture.

Also my bike computer isn’t working but worst of all, the bike, that has just been repaired, won’t shift on to the large chain set, so I can’t get into the higher gears. Some repair job that was and I can’t adjust it because they've also chewed up the adjusting screws.

So I pedal to walk on the small chain set, at times spinning my legs madly like a teenager. At least it was a good cardio workout I guess.

(Wednesday 30^th October)

In Reverse

The weather seems to have gone in reverse, there’s snow falling in Scotland but also in Devon and it’s not exactly warm on the bike today, even with my arm warmers etc on.

Then it rains on way home. Don’t you just love the summer? I tell the dogs we're skipping the park as it’s too wet. So we stay in and bark at each other.

L gets soaked on her way home from the gym, not having taken a coat. She’s such a teenager.

(Tuesday 14^th May)

A Female For Christmas

A very nice day for a bike into work. Although I wore far too much and was a ball of sweat by the time I arrived. Which didn’t stop one of my colleagues wanting the heating on at full blast. It was ok for a while, that is until, even with a window open, first my eyeballs start to melt and then the race of my face turned to liquid. I suppose we should all be used to people with different thermostats, I have one at home. Although it’s usually women who feel the chill and this was a chap.

L tries to take some photos of our delightful children and dog eating (not proven) deer on Wollaton Park to swap for kangaroo photos with a friend in Australia. They are a bit blurred though, probably because they were chasing her at the time or because a certain little collie had nil paws on the ground while he repelling their attack with some good old fashioned yawping.

L leaps to the defence of the poor creatures. Hang on, poor creatures? The deer? Are these the same ones she’s ordered for Christmas lunch? Apparently not, these were Stags, she has no problem with the males. It’s a female she wants for Christmas. Funnily enough that was always top of my list too, when I was a teenager.

Dog training tonight. Clearly traumatised by the deer, MD’s a bit obstinate tonight. Not that that’s unusual.

(Wednesday 7th November)