Rambolic

For those who booked the time off work I hope you’re having a cool week off.  I’ve so far spent it mostly on my tod, which doesn’t really bother me much since my family aren’t particulrly religious and subsequently neither am I.

Good Friday I would have probably gone into work if I hadn’t remembered (or rather have Nikki remind me) that I couldn’t give her a lift home on Friday because we’re not working.  So Friday I spent sleeping mostly, and then over to Carl and Nikki’s for fake spaghetti bolognese (fake because it was made with pasta twists) before heading to the pub to see my friends’ band.  Later I gave Carl and Nikki a lift back home where I stayed for an hour or two.  In that time we must have had a snow storm or something as I left to find everything covered in white.  In true Bradford style the roads hadn’t been gritted, so I spent a fair time driving home on the motorway at 25mph or something.  Saturday and Sunday were spent doing nothing in particular.

Today I went biking with Geoff.  It’s a fair while since I used my bike (which means I should really get somebody to service it) and as a result I’m (still) unfit.  I did a quick health check on brake fluid, tyre pressure, etc.  I have some weird-ass pump with a pull cord.  I filled the tyres a bit and then did myself a mischief whilst removing the damn awkward nozzle – I took a chunk out of my finger and lost a pint or so of blood, but in the words of Dilios, God saw fit to grace me with a spare.  A few in fact, so we headed off still.  We saw the canal boat on which a friend of ours lives.  I’m not entirely sure how someone can live in such a small space, but I die grass.  We cycles along the canal from Geoff’s house, onto Bingley and by Five-Rise Locks (bloody steep!), through Shipley and then across the river and pedalled up a dirt track.  About half way up I gave in while Geoff ran circles around me on the bike.  We had to turn back and do the uphill section along the canal.  I got back, and was quite ill and threw up.  I blame Geoff for this since I felt fine before I said “if you feel like you’re gonna chuck, best to do it while you’re cycling!”

Anyway, a few mins of fresh air, a sit down and plenty of water later I felt fine and stomached a cup o’cha.  Same again next week?  We’ll see  lol  I need to get out every day I think.  I feel better now, despite my sore behind.  My finger’s still screwed though.  Work tomorrow.  Bah – I wish I hadn’t cancelled my holidays.