*If anyone ever asks you to do this FFS find an excuse quick. It's an awful, awful job. Getting hit in the face with flying shards of ceramic is NOT. FUN.
One thing I've noticed though:
Cambridge = flat as.
West Midlands = pretty flat.
Derbyshire = oh SHIT they have hills here!
Yeahhhhhhhhhh fucking hell I am not used to gradients. Wind, yes. Roads that suddenly rear up in front of me, no. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MADNESS? WHY IS IT NOT FLAT AS THE EYE CAN SEE WITH A MASSIVE FUCK-OFF HEADWIND ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND LOADS OF SUGAR BEET FIELDS? Oh yes. Not in East Anglia any more. Right.
|At least we can count on this being a constant around the country. *Sigh*|
But yes anyway. Said cottage had a shed and in said shed was a huge amount of old gardening stuff. And there, right at the back was The Pitchfork.
They say that small things amuse small minds and this was certainly the case as I enjoyed a fair few hours moving one pile of dead plants to another with what I thought was infinite grace and finesse.
In other less gardening related news the crappy saddle on my bike finally bit the dust and started, quite literally, eating my lycra.
|Oww oww oww oww oww.|
- If I look after it, it'll last a good 30 years or so.
- Brooks are a good old British company (and this was made just down the road in Smethwick).
- Over time it moulds to the shape of your ass. Mmmm comfy.
- LOOK HOW FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IT IS. Just look at it! It's all leathery and shiny and just beautiful.
|Bike now pimped :-)|
First test ride, I was scared. Scared that I'd be walking like this for days afterwards:
Thankfully I seem to have a Brooks saddle-shaped ass and all was rosey and shiny and full of unicorns and I gaily skipped through a field full of flowers after my new pimped out bike's maiden voyage.
In short, I'm really really impressed with it. Definitely worth £100 and I highly recommend it.
(Yeah, this is a bit of a cycling-centric post, sorry.)
The hilarious upshoot of spending the summer cycling after spring rowing is that you get fucking ridiculous tanlines overlayed on top of each other.
Pasty white one piece mark + slightly tanned stripe around the legs with t-shirt marks round the arms? Priceless. It takes effort to look that retarded, it really does :-)
Now, because everyone loves cute stuff, I'll finish with the news that our wire fox terrier at home has had puppies. They are now about 4 weeks old (?) and do stupidly cute stuff like sneezing and then falling over, barking at windows and being suddenly interested in nothing in particular.
Photos I hear you cry? You want photos? Alrighty, here you go :-) Night!
|Minutes after he was born. Called Newton Tallis Brunel because I'm a massive nerd.|
|The little runty one didn't make it. Nature's a bitch.|
|Opened their eyes after 2 weeks. Woo! Sight!|
|Staring at nothing. Because they can.|