Another day hijacked by the management.
I appeared downstairs dressed for cycling
She: Oh thought you were going to finish repairing the downstairs loo after the leak.
Me: It's finished. Waiting for painting. Your part of the effort (this was a silly piece of bravado on my part. I will pay)
She: Is there paint?
Me: Yes, undercoat and matt or gloss, in the boxes I hoard in the garage. Also the funny paint to cover up the stained plaster board.
She: Brushes, undercoat? (The latter was a bit of a vain effort to divert me.)
Me: Yes, there's a carrier bag full of disposable brushes in the box that has the paint rollers in. Next to the paint archive.
She: White spirit (really pathetic return of service)
Me: There's loads with the camping stuff. (I use it to power the primus, doesn't smell like paraffin does).
The paint is water soluble and the brushes are disposable. (A complete smash return)
She: (total change of tack) I thought we were going shopping this morning.
Me: Were we?
She: Yes!
Me ( bluff calling) Right, let's go. Then have lunch and I'll go cycling after lunch. (Planting a line in the sand)
So it evolved. I sulked around Aldi in cycling clobber. Had lunch and prepared to leave.
She: Where are you going
Me: (a lie) To the game butcher, fancy some nice sausages and some venison mince.
She: It's a nice afternoon for a cycle. I'll come with you.
( Now I use Komoot and she uses Google routes. We used her route and found some stiff little hills for the outward journey.
I cheated and set off first for the return, using a smoothed route for the return)
Overall result was 35 km round trip in pleasant sunshine.
Downsides we didn't have time to stop at the nice pub at the halfway point. She has a client to get back for.
And we were caught in the Armageddon of the school run around the small village schools the route passes. SUVs, Battle Cruisers and Technicals all driven by yummies late from their girlie lunch to get Tsaormina to her meaningfulness ballet class.
Real upside is that we got some venison sausages. Worth all the other stuff