Andy... "glimpsing my own mortality". Getting fit might kill me but I'm determined to look good in my coffin!
Postman...
So yesterday afternoon, just as I was wondering whether to chance leaving the house empty (ie no one in to take delivery) to go get some milk, there was a knock on the door.
There stood a very bedraggled rain-soaked gentleman with an equally bedraggled rain soaked large box. Whooooooooooooooo!
Unfortunately, what with the aforementioned lashing rain and wind, coupled with the fact that the bike doesn't yet have mudguards (the front one needs a little 'adapting' so my nearest and dearest has taken it off to work today to persuade it to fit!) a ride (especially a first nervous one) would probably not have been the best of experiences. So I just sat it in my living room and looked at it.
I'm not quite sure what the gasman made of it when he came to read my meter... which happens to be in a cupboard in the corner of the living room.
It looks as if things might be drying up a little outside now... hopefully very shortly the ground will be dry enough for the still-one-mudguard-short wheels not to throw crap in a straight line up and down my body.