I headed out to Sunny Colch first thing on Wednesday morning. I had to see a man about a puncture.
My very patient bicycle mechanic man has given up on trying to teach me some DIY. I dropped off the summer MTB, and left it with my mechanic whilst I did a little shopping.
Nothing too intensive, nothing too expensive.
I needed some cell batteries for various bicycle lights and cricket earpieces.
I bought the wrong ones.
Some new gardening shoes were also snaffled – a pair for the bloody Estuary Wilds, and a pair for back home in Sunny Stockwell.
It helped that two pairs were on offer.
I did a good old charity shop trawl.
It was just about worth it for a pair of new / old summer shorts.
They went straight in the washing machine on a high temperature back at base.
I stopped off for a swim. It wasn’t exactly sprint length training.
Back indoors and a bird had shat upon my freshly cleaned windows.
This could be a metaphor for the past few days.
Some pretty urgent school GDPR mails dropped. I surprised myself in being able to answer the questions and put in place the changes across various sites.
Wednesday evening was all about a four hour stretch with the telly client.