Nice bike ride to the village to pick up a prescription
AFTER dealing with the routine stuff I get the bike out and get it ready for a ride top the village to pick up up a prescription.
Aside from the fact that I’m wearing ‘unstuitable’ trousers, for some reason I put the cycle clips on the wrong leg and only get 100 yards form the house before my trousers are irretrievably caught not just on the chain ring, but round a pedal and crank. Fuck.
I’m completely stuff and am about to call Margaret and ask her to bring down a pair of scissor to cut the bottom of my trouser leg wen a passing walker stops to assist and agrees the only solution is to cut the trousers. Luckily she has a pair of scissors and soon I’m free. Thank you Heather from San Francisco for rescuing me!
The rest of the ride to the village and back is fine and nice to be back not he bike…it badly needs a service tho’.
In the studio I work on a news release for the upcoming Whitley Bay Carnival show (27 May) then go back to the house when my young guitar student arrives.
Next job is to get the bacon-wrapped pork fillet in the smoker. Betty’s coming for dinner later…