That Weekend Really Didn’t Seem Very Long Did It

On the bike and today the temperature dips below zero. It’s not quite chipping your fingers off the handlebars cold but I did wish I’d put my thermal booties on to keep my toes warm.

Despite the chill, it was a glorious morning. I hope it stays this way for the rest of the winter, much better than that rubbish they call summer.

As its Monday it must be squash, that weekend really didn’t seem very long did it, or perhaps they’ve actually booked us in on the right day this time.

Despite a bad knee (again), I give it a go. Amazingly I almost win and have five match points to win 3-2, all of which he saves and finally beats me. For once, I'm actually disappointed.

(Thursday 6^th November)

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)

A Touch Of Something

I think I must have a touch of something. A slight temperature and a bit of a headache. It’ll pass.

Apparently St Jude isn’t coming now. The storm has veered off towards Scandinavia instead. It’s a bit of a shame really; I do like a good storm.

I still can’t see dogging being on though, it’s very wet out and they’ve called a pitch inspection at 5pm. This is then delayed until 6pm. The tension mounts... not that the delay is because anything is likely to change in an hour. It’s just that no one’s been up there to have a look yet.

L is on tenter hooks, she wants to paint and doesn’t want the dogs stuck to it. So if I don’t take them dogging we’ll probably all have to sit in the garden whilst it dries. We won’t even get to watch it dry...

In the end dogging is on after a split vote, although we train ‘contacts’ rather than running around doing a full course where somebody, mostly likely me, would have ended up on their backside.

MD is his usual frustrating wayward self. I might swap him for an eagle. I think the chap at Warwick Castle yesterday had less problems. 

(Monday 28^th October)