Went for a long ride yesterday. The present Mrs Militant "The Rose of The Wyre" didn't come with me as we have got another ride planned today and two days in a row was a bit much for her.
Before I left, she told me that when I got back to her flat I should leave my muddy bike downstairs in the secure hall and she would wash it later.
I thought I must have misheard and she meant she would show me where the downstairs neighbour kept the hose so I could wash it.
I got back, got in the shower, then heard her arrive back from wherever she had been.
I got out the shower and she came back upstairs a few minutes later and said "I've washed your bike, you'll need to dry it before you carry it up".
I went downstairs and sure enough, there was my bike all shiny clean.
How cool is that ? A girlfriend who washes my bike for me.