Mud, mud, unglorious mud
10 11 2008Because Shaun is insisting that I don’t live near a forest, an assumption he comes to purely because he hasn’t seen it, even when I point out the photographic evidence on this here blog, I make the rash promise of a) getting up early (i.e. some time when it’s still the a.m. bit) on Sunday to take him to said forest; and b) agreeing to take the mountain bikes there and somehow I manage to ride to the station without a) doing the whole journey via the pavement; b) killing the old man on a bike that I nearly crash into; and c) falling under a bus. Woo, go me.
We get to the forest and after about five minutes I start moaning about the amount of mud and wanting to get back home to my sofa and the big bag of Cheshire Cheese & Chutney flavour Kettle Chips but it has to be said that the trees are a pretty Autumnal colour
and I agree to have an action shot taken
and if I look like I’m wobbling and have absolutely no control over the two wheeled thing, that’s because I am and I haven’t but I manage not to fall off and we eventually leave the forest and Shaun wonders how I manage not to fall off into the mud and decides he quite likes Chingford and we go and look at house porn in estate agent’s windows and decide to buy a house there, although probably not the one for £1.8 million.
Stats:
Sunday mornings: 1
Old men nearly crashed into: 1
Mud: Loads
Times fallen off bike: 0
Houses for £1.8 million: 1
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Maybe i’ll get you onto the narrower, faster bits and enjoy some crashes next time, eh? Next time? Oh, yes, indeed.
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Oh my goodness, that’s major commitment – actually cycling together!
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Woah, muddeeeeeey! It is rather lovely up there isn’t it? Bit WAGgy though.
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Cycling together isn’t the commitment, that’s the fun, entertaining and amusing bit (well, it is for me – jogblog will grow to love it more soon. Honest.) – the commitment would be the intended house purchase and move!
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Love it more or hate it less?
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Love it more, of course! Hate it less implies a current dislike for the two wheeled thing, which, as we all know, is impossible.
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