Sadly, its not another blog about the Nutty Boys from North London. This time the madness and stupidity is all my own doing.
So, I got back to London on Monday and went to work. When I arrived home – after falling asleep on the train on the way home from work! D’oh! – I had to fettle my fixed wheel bike. I’ve not ridden it for a while and my touring bike/ commuting bike is in the shop for repairs. I sorted out what needed doing to it, mainly fixing a puncture and putting pump etc. on bike.
First problem – I couldn’t get the tyre off the rim. Have you seen tyre levers being pinged across the room and heard some great Anglo Saxon language. Its a fact that lots of cursing and swearing assists the job.
Eventually the tyre was off the rim, but it was badly cut and worn and needed replacing. I knew I had a replacement tyre for that bike. The problem was that I didn’t know where it was. I never realised there were so many places one could look for a tyre in a house. I eventually found the new tyre and was able to fit it without having to resort to cursing.
Tuesday morning, up early and ready to go to work. Well, I would be if I could find my cycling shoes. Que lots of cursing and hunting before they were found. Next get my Garmin GPS device and fit that. No problems in finding it as I knew exactly where it was. What I hadn’t done was to charge it though – D’oh a flat GPS is not much use.
Still, I had tome to charge the GPS whilst I tried to find where I had put my heart rate monitor. I remembered that I had carefully put it somewhere safe on Thursday night. All I had to do was remember where that was. The remaining few brain cells didn’t want to co-operate, so once again it was search the house time. [Note to self – it would be quicker and easier to search once for everything missing]. This time I was unable to find the HRM, so gave that up as a bad job.
All that was needed know was to put on my cycling top. Oh no, another item I can’t find. It will be with the folded washing waiting to be hung up I hope – no its not. It was still in the washing machine unwashed from last week. It was nearly able to ride the bike to work on its own.
So, eventually I was able to set off for work. I got 150 yards down the street and remembered I needed to take my work pass, so it was time to return home and get it.
I did eventually manage to get to work, but when getting dressed after my shower at work, I realised I had forgotten my deodorant. Good job my colleague was there and lent me his. Then when putting on my socks, I managed to split one of them in to two pieces.
I started to think I should have stayed in bed.
Talking of bed, I woke up Wednesday morning and could hear the wind blowing.I laid there debating whether I would cycle to work in strong winds and after 5 mins or so decided I would not risk riding in the strong winds. After deciding my safety is more important and that by not cycling I could have 5 more minutes in bed, I suddenly realised that wind noise was the bedroom fan that I had put on last night to keep me cool! D’oh!
I won’t mention my trying to cook jacket potatoes in the oven I had not turned on.
I think the senility is setting in early! Am I too young to be going senile?
Now one final thought, you may be wondering why I am suddenly blogging again. Well the explanation for this post is simple. Michelle is coming down for the weekend, and I am supposed to be decontaminating the house before she arrives with her white inspection gloves. So, its obvious that blogging is a great distraction from cleaning!