OK, went out on my bike at short notice today. I was having one of those days, where everything seemed to be breaking down, van first then laptop, then front gate. Thought I just needed a ride to sort my head out. Shouted to the wife that I was going out, and she shouted back that she had cleaned my water bottles. Went to kitchen grabbed my water bottles which were full, and I thought oh thats nice she has already prepared them. Anyway, 20km into my ride I thought I would have a drink when I took a large slug of water with fairy liquid in it. Spitting and gagging for some time, I thought no I need a drink so took the other bottle, and just the same. I spent the next 20km home coughing, gagging and thirsty as hell. When I got back my wife said, "well I told you so, why do you never listen to me?".
Bit of a s***e day really, so I thought I would fix the van, tried to take off the starter motor, sheared two bolts and skinned my knuckles. Thought bugger this, I going to open a beer and watch the rugby. England got thrashed, my football team also got thrashed, so think I will open the vodka.
Lets hope Sunday will be better