Hello blog lovers.
What a glorious day it was today, a perfect day for a run or, in my case a lovely bike ride in the evening with the Old Boy. We quickly prepared our tea, put the oven on for timed cooking and went out as soon as we were dressed in our finery.
It was only going to be a little plod along, enjoying the unusually mild end of February weather, by the way, my car thermometer registered it at 17 degrees this afternoon! we were going for a nice pint of lager at the George. which means going off road, through Hayes common.
I think we were a little too eager to go off road! The ruts in the road, with the muddy puddles, was not good really, plus the night had truly drawn in my the time we got there. I was glad to get to the other side and back on to good old tarmac!
After our refreshment, and of course a lovely bowl of olives, we headed on towards Bromely. We had a mission in mind, we had to find a certain address in Bromley where I shall be sending our Big Son to tomorrow!
After we found the place we meandered on home, via the Red Lion. but before we got there, there was a slight incident. Just ever so small, and no one was hurt....to badly, and no bike was damaged! Somehow the Old Boy managed to be face down on the floor, on his knees, bike sort of underneath him. He had put on his front brakes a little too hard and sort of flew over the handlebars!! Of course, being the concerned wife and fellow cyclists, I just p****d my self laughing, before enquiring how he was. By this time the couple we had just passed came running up to see if he was alright! Which he was. Well, he is a little sore now, and he maybe even more sore in the morning. I do hope not. I know how it feels coming off your bike!!
Anyway, by now I was desperate for the loo, yet the Old boy was still keen to take a little longer route home than the direct one. But it was down hill, towards Shortlands. Now you know that whole Pain/pleasure thing, laugh/cry thing. I thought that because I absolutely cracked up laughing at the Old Boy, I was going to be very, very, very careful going down hill. Hold the brakes by all means, just to slow myself down.
Both of us got to the bottom of the hill safely. But by now my bladder needed to empty. We are not in the woods, we are on busy roads, no pub in sight. Then the OB said that my sisters house is not that far, so that is where we headed.
Withing 10 minutes we were banging on her door, she duly opened as I was throwing off my gloves, undoing the tie thingy on my cycling tights before I even said hello to Nagging Sister! Of course, once out of her loo I recounted the whole incident again! Boy was it funny.
Any way, both of us got back home safely, and our dinner was nicely cooked and waiting for us when we got home!! Perfect!