So I have spent the last fortnight looking at my new bike. The pain from the op lasted about five or six days, and to be fair was never that bad. Enforced activities like looking after Cubester and Mrs Cube as they fired on both cylinders on the Novovirus all helped to make sure I was up and about far quicker than I expected. Imwent to a bonfire party on Saturday and Cubester's rugby match on Sunday, and as none of the associated beer came out of any of the holes on my abdomen I kind of assumed I was better. I therefore hopped on the turbo and discovered one of the stitches was tugging a bit, so I gave it a couple more days. Bored at home I have done a fair amount of cooking and shampooed all the carpets, but now Mum has been taken into hospital with pneumonia, so I slung the new Cube in the boot and drove down yesterday. I've just done a very pleasant 20 miler, doing a circular route of all the little villages involved in my teenage rides, Hampton, Eastcote, Barston, Temple Balsall, Balsall Common, Tile Hill, Berkswell, Four Oaks, Barston and back to Eastcote. The Cube was flawless, and I averaged 14 mph as I wanted to be a bit cautious and finish the ride. Not a glimmer of pain or discomfort. Looks like I'm back up and running! Hoorah!