Don't want to hear any excuses when you get out on track! If Leon Haslam can manage with a broken leg then there'll be no sympathy for you on the 2nd............
Could have been doing with a ride out on the bike today, as I'm seriously missing biking just now. Since moving further up north a month ago I've manage 2 hrs out on the bike and haven't even had a chance to have a tinker with the bikes, as they are down in my dads garage. Got a bit stressed today, which is normally cured with a ride out or even just a few hours in garage with a chat with mates.
After Mrs Ken 'surprised me' with a 'lovely' garden swing (hateful bloody thing), that I had to waste the best evening of the week bolting together, we had to move most of the other garden furniture to other locations. Whereupon, struggling to lift her end of a cast iron bench over a low wall she hooked one of its feet into a low restraining wall and dislodged the top course of bricks. Meaning that I spent this afternoon redressing and relaying bricks while the rain constantly reduce my precisely mixed gear into cat sick. While she sat on her new swing under the awning watching me and drinking wine.
You say garden swing mate, but are you sure it's not 1 of our fireblokes sex swings you have put up, and hence why the wife is sitting back and smiling
Went up to the new BMW Motorad place opened 5 minutes from the house. In attendance were Jamie Whitham and Neil Mackenzie, along with stunt rider Mattie Griffin. A good wee couple of hours, although the salesman trying to get me to test ride the HP4 was a little pushy.
After photographing last night's 'super moon' from the marshes, I thought I'd have another go tonight from a higher vantage point so trudged off to the footbridge over the main railway line about half a mile out of the village, giving me an un disturbed view to the horizon of about four or five miles. It looked spectacular as it rose. A blood red rind across the ridge of the moorland, then visibly getting higher over the marine camp at Lympstone. But would the camera play ball, would it buggery. Camera shake on every frame, even with my overkill Manfrotto video tripod. Sod knows what was going on with it but I got nothing I could use. It was great out there though. Watching a fox trot along the railway line, watching me all the way under the bridge. For the life of me I couldn't work out why he was staying on the track when he'd be a lot less visible off to the side. Then I thought, 'if I have a stroke here with the camera set up on the 'pod on top of the railway bridge. When they find me, they're going to think I'm a bloody train spotter.' So at quarter to eleven I packed it up and walked home.
Resist Ratser, resist. I've been biting my knuckle since I read it. Shit! Even that sounds like a euphemism!
Just built Elaine a large brick planter .Back is broke .arms are f**cked face red with max sun all day decided I didn't need a mixer as I would mix the mortar in the barrow six barrows later " note to self " You are not 21 repeat not 21 .
I had to re lay a course of bricks, about 6' long over the weekend and bloody hated it. Some things I'm just not good at and should just leave well alone. I forgot you're an expert. I should have waited until you come down, mate.
