Been on pretty much constant epic fail for the last few years.
Wife went insane, we were splitting up (she was off with some other guys), she got pregnant we got back together. Lost the wee boy at 10 days old, she wound up arrested and then sectioned. Moved house whilst all this was going down. She came back. I started getting depressed. Moved house again. Got more depressed. Broke mentally. Split up again. Found she is pregnant again, but this time not getting back together. So guess it is another call to the solicitors to sort things out in a slightly different way to I planned… really wasn't expecting to find that there would be a child in a few months (she didn't mention it until she was 5 months gone give or take, moved 140 miles away and I was starting to sort out my life).
Oh aye, throw in since splitting this time, meet someone truely wonderful and now on the brink of loosing that too as she doesn't know if she can cope with the ex having my baby. Working hard to keep that together since it is one of the very few things that makes life seem worth living just now.
So nope, not been out on the bike in an age.