the recovery

[byegad]

Baking the mince pies, Xmas cake and Xmas pudding is under way in Byegad Towers. The cook has been looking flustered for a week or two and the Scullery Maid is looking even more careworn and lacklustre than usual. Meanwhile the Ground staff under the Head Gardener are busy looking for Holly with berries, Mistletoe and of course looking over the Fir Wood for a decent 30 footer for the main hall, not to mention several smaller trees for the Estate workers and the Servants' Parlour*. The Gamekeeper says he has his eye on a couple of Stags that are getting too old for the Rut and of course Home Farm has some Cattle, pigs and sheep lined up for the Great Day itself.

*Much against my inclinations Lady Byegad insists we give then a tree!

Off to the attics to chase the Chamber Maids. Problem is I'm getting old and slow and the last time I managed to catch one I'd forgotten what to do!

 

[markg0vbr]

the natives are getting restless here abouts, the build up to there pagan rights is always fraught they seem to slowly whip them selves in to a frenzy.
they go to temples of "consumerism with offerings of credit cards" ritualistic lights and hoarding of comestibles is increasing steadily, when the ritual tinsel head bands appear with roving gangs of the poor soles it is time for the missionary staff to tread carefully, as aggression slowly increases with the intoxicants imbibed; despite massive progress in civilising them through positive reinforcement methods of training and slowly introducing modern advanced technology, there has been a distinct failure to wean them off the mid winter pagan rights.

 

[n-ick]

Yo Coschrismio,
thwarted again.
In order to celebrate pagan festivity, Spud has welded and glued together
all the inventions that could aid RECOVERY and
restore bits of you to near human condition.

Mounted on 6 wheels , this marvel of creativity is
festively wrapped and waiting collection by
crane and lorry to your solar enabled pit.

Back to the drawing board, we are thinking of a creation which will catapult you ,
not only into the Olympic Stadium, but also some 20 yards ahead
of the runners in the 100 metre dash.

A medal and traction await, beware sir,
the television eyes of the world will be waiting.

 

[Speicher]

I employ strict avoid dance tactics vis a vis the craziness that may affect consumerists.

I will be burdening the snail mail merchants with about ten cards. The others are delivered by foot. Two pressiements have already been bought, leaving two more to be purchased. Probably items that look new, but are available at local Charitable emporiums. My Mother will be happy with a small box of chocolatey items, a small packet of Very Nice Biskits, and a bottle of Shmerryment.

As afore-mentionned, quantities of mince pyes will be consumed, preferably after November ending, but that is not guaranteed. Well it is guaranteed that November will end, but not that consuming pyes will be delayed until then.

My cats are very clever, btw. They know what I would like to receive, and unbeknownst to me, they will save up their paw money, and venture into emporiums to procure said items. I will thus be able to feign surprise.

 

[markg0vbr]

how do cats and dogs know it is the winter festivity as far as my dogs are concernd every day is there birthday and xmas ! get up when they want do what they want and always as much quality snap as they want.

 

[Speicher]

My cats know it is a winter festival because I remind them to put a note in their diaries.

 

[byegad]

Well that gives us paws for thought.

Fur enough, I'll leave now...

 

[Speicher]

All cats know about Santa Claws.



Wait for me, Bye gad.

 

[markg0vbr]

it is about time i put a stop to this silliness.


and get on to the serous problem of winter proofing my trikeeny, i think the addition of a string vest and a marigold glove worn as a swim cap substitute should suffice!


how am i kidding let the good times roll


no one shouted at me on the ride today well no negative comments from cars, i had lots of wow!, look at that!, god that's sick ect.
i did my 30mile loop and it felt gooooooooood at 13c it was very comfortable temperature for a hard ride.
the cat was flying and the drive train is getting nice and quiet, so i must have done well over a 1000 miles on it now.

the seat is now conforming to my athletic manly shape nicely, nothing has dropped off it; with the frame being stiff and only 32lbs with lights ect a fantastic speed trike, the steering is super light compared to the very forgiving steering on the ice q and the ride is a tiny bit better on the ice, having 28mm tyres on both trikes at 100psi i can do a very good comparison between the two.
it dose what it was designed for it goes fast, steers like a go cart and gets the my seal of approval and


a cat allows you to take care of its daily needs the menial things beneath its notice.
a dog dose as it is told unless it is out of its tiny mind on ball fixation.
a owl just looks totally astonished all the time, they have that look a bit like a year old baby human the way they just watch you taking it all in, then they regurgitate some thing in your general direction.

can speicher abstain from mince pies until December or will she cave in? will byegads staff rebel against his hard methods? can we get spud unglued from the lavy seat? has n-ick finished his masters degree in novelty balloon manipulation? will the supply of lard hold out?
all the answers and much more in the next episode of "you know what's really chafing my gusset" the truth about cycling and every thing brought to you in association with chub rub when lard just cant cut it, chub rub soothes and protects, warning to be use externally and not to be used for any purposes you would normally use lard for.

 

[Speicher]

It is very interesting to read that nothing has dropped of your manly shape, and that you have a stiff frame.

I am however, puzzled. You have been flying a cat for over one thousand miles, does the Aviation Authority know about this?

Furthermore, how are you managing to drive a train and fly a cat at the same time simultaneously. Persons of the male persuasion are rarely able to do two things at once. Does this further prove your GBGliness?

 

[byegad]

I'd suggest his 1000 miles of flying is more to do with forgetting to zip up than actual flying. His poor brain is definitely on the way out. Last I heard both his brain cells had stopped talking to each other!

 

[markg0vbr]

I'd suggest his 1000 miles of flying is more to do with forgetting to zip up than actual flying. His poor brain is definitely on the way out. Last I heard both his brain cells had stopped talking to each other!

you cant keep a good man down even with a pile of big stones!

 

[byegad]

Next time we use the silver bullet and wooden stake!

Meanwhile a delegation of Estate workers have come to see me. The burning torches and pitch forks suggest they are going to ask to work in the fields all night. Bless!

 

[byegad]

Cheeky lot! They wanted to burn the house down.

We pulled up the drawbridge and called out the Militia, meanwhile a few pounds of rock salt in the blunderbuss got them thinking!

 

[markg0vbr]

and nothing sucks seed like a toothless budgie