Je suis dans le pub. C’est tres bon, mes amis….

Windscreen done, rear tyre replaced, lunch gone down.
I call it “home time” as I’m WFH.. I can do that I can.

Now, where to go riding?

Not in the slightest… and I’m off at half three too. I would make some spurious claim that it’s not by my own doing, but that would be lying.

Crap day…crap week…thank God it’s biking then beer tonight.

Fairly productive morning for a change, I seem to have found a new lease of life at work and can actually be bothered again, which is nice.

BUT, just got off the phone with Islabikes having ordered a Cnoc for my eldest, ended up getting another Rothan too for the youngest as limited edition colour is green and that’s his favorite. I’m going to get one hell of a bollocking when I get home and will most likely have to sacrifice an upcoming trip to the black mountains to pay for it.

(Don’t flame me, you won’t be saying anything I don’t already know)