Local ride tomorrow, Witton Weavers and up to Darwen Tower. Come home listen to the footy then on the lash with missus her sister and their mates. Enough thighs and tits to keep me occupied. Back to bloody work sunday.
Today, dropping to a mates with my bike despite it not sounding like he is all that fussed about riding (he is turning into a Wales or nothing snob, but it is kind of flat local to us). So will also be taking walking boots. Either way that is likely to end in a few beers.
Sunday, no big plans, might get the roadie out for a stretch on Sunday morning, been a while since it saw the light of day. Then we have plans to eat and go to the cinema.