Good day to you all. It's dry and still though seems to have rained overnight. Hard to tell if there will be sunshine.
I can hear banging and noise outside. Hopefully it's the milk lady and nothing more sinister. I will check when things go quiet.
Meeting the pedalling pensioners at 9.00 for a trip out to the
Ribble Valley where we will assault Jeffrey Hill and head on to Bowland to take The Trough. Two notorious local climbs. But for this little group I'd probably have given up by now such is my lethargy at times.
It's taken weeks to drag one of our number back out. Nag, nag, nag. We are now four. We used to be seven in number but the core is down to four - one was always occasional as he's daft enough to work in retirement, another went solo in lockdown and seems to be staying that way, the other has taken his bat and ball home, no one understands why.
I feared we might lose two or more from the group but am pleased it's the four who do remain as we're a tight knit bunch.
Mrs P has suggested "we" are decorating the front room. I'm unsure who this "we" are. 🙄