An Impression Reaction

I wake up to the sound of rain hammering against the window but by the time I’m up it’s stopped so I hastily hop onto the bike. Actually it wasn’t too bad; I only got caught in a few short, if a little sharp, showers. I had to stop a few times to put waterproofs on and then again off again, once it stopped and I quickly got too hot. I think I missed the worst of the bad weather, which saved itself for when L came to walk in to work. Here’s a handy tip though; do not try to adjust your mudguards whilst you’re moving. The resulting wobble has the potential to be catastrophic.

Rain also doesn’t work well with cleats. Occasionally your foot may fail to clip in because it’s wet. This can be quite unsettling when the power you’ve tried to put down on the pedal ends up with you effectively flailing at fresh air with your leg whilst your bike wobbles off in the opposite direction. It also doesn’t do much for your calf muscles.

Forgot to mention yesterday. L’s in a dreadful state after getting horrifically savaged by her parent’s cat when she went round to visit last night. Apparently the ferocious brute sat on her lap all night purring and being stroked. This vicious behaviour seems to have brought an allergic reaction out of L, whose face has swollen up as a result and she spent the rest of the night squinting at me. She reckons she looks like Frankenstein's monster, well, perhaps an oriental version.



MD obviously saw through the cat’s devious behaviour, he leapt to L's defence and tried to see if off, through the patio doors, without opening them first.

Talking B****

L and I have been having ‘that’ debate. The balls debate. To have them off or to not have them off that is the question. No, no, we’re talking MD here. L says he's such a sweetie and it's so brutal. Well maybe, and he is rather proud of them. I’m not wildly keen about the idea either but sometimes these things are necessary. Doggo is still in possession of his and he’s been fine, no problem but then Doggo is Doggo and well MD is...

The 'sweetie' is also rather good at his training this evening, even when someone gets a lawn mower out whilst we’re training. Which is totally taking the p***. He hates lawn mowers but oddly for him he’s quite controlled. He must know we’ve been talking about him.

I’m working my way through another John Grisham audio book, although this one is a bit dull but apparently it’s a true story, so he can’t really jazz it up. It’s about a murder trial where both the accused men are innocent, there’s no evidence against them and the police have basically stitched them up. It may be dull but I’ve still got to find out how it all turns out, suppose I could look it up on Wikipedia but that would be cheating.

Daughter’s revising German tonight, so I’ll keep well out of the way of that one. I’ll save myself for part two of the Maths GCSE which is after the half-term break. L’s convinced I'll be revising maths A level with her this time next year. That would be cool; I never got the chance with Son but hmm, somehow I think it's unlikely.