The Week From Hell - Part 2

When I last posted I had just completed my house move.
I had hoped to get out on the bike this week, but she who must be obeyed decreed that the garden needed sorting.
So after football on Saturday it was off the B&Q to purchase the necessary equipment and some gravel - 6 bags should do it I thought.
A lovely bright Sunday morning saw me walk the dogs early and then set to it in the garden. 3 large bush stumps needed to be dug up and 7 paving slabs removed. The weather made it hard going but come mid afternoon it was all dug up, ground levelled, anti weed membrane down and ready for the stones.
The 6 bags I had purchased didn't put a dent into the area to be covered. It was 3.30 and I wanted to get it done so I shot to Wickes, No stones that matched, but much nicer limestone chippings for a fraction of what I had paid for the other stone and bigger bags to boot. In a rush I brought 15 bags and went straight back to it.
It covered the area and looked, I'm afraid to say, a lot better than my original choice. She Who Must Be Obeyed was thrilled (Thank Goodness) but then uttered a memorable line. "It's lovely," she said, " And it will look even better when you have done the other side of the garden to match, and the fences, shed and summerhouse are painted!"
The saga will continue........

The Week from Hell

Well, where to start?
The move has finally happened. After some last minute shenanigans, contracts were finally exchanged Wednesday afternoon, which resulted in frantic phone calls to all of the utilities to ensure we were connected, as we completed on Thursday!
The only cycling I managed was to ride my bike from the old house to the new one, I simply ran out of room in the van!!.
I might not have cycled much, but I have however had a really good few days building strength and endurance.....
Taking loaded boxes and furniture out of one house, onto the lorry, and into the new house ( and even then re-arranging positions, rooms and transferring boxes from garage up to the loft) !
After 4 18+ hour days straight things are nearly there, and I am a physical wreck. My aches and pains have their own aches and pains !

Here is a good tip....
If you don't have to move, DON'T MOVE !!!!!
Also, and meaning to sound sexist here, women are great at packing boxes, and un packing, but have no sense of taking into account the weight of the box that is going to be carried by someone else !!

Going to finish sorting out the house as we have builders starting in the next week or so, so I doubt I'll get out for a ride anytime soon, but I have found out that my new neighbour is a bit of a cyclist, so I might've found a training partner.

It's wierd, but cycling 300 miles in 2 days is infinitely more attractive than moving house !

Until next time.

Another Blank Week, but now I am able to cross my fingers !

Well the finger is now feeling and looking a lot better. However I have not been out on a ride since.
Instead I am packing up the house, for the third time !!!, ready for this week's impending move.
If, and this is a big if going on past experiences with this house sale, everything goes to plan we will be moving Thursday.
Carlsberg don't do property conveyancing, but if they did....
Lost one buyer to a heart attack and another pulled out on the eve of exchanging contracts, lost the first house we wanted, lost the second house wanted (sold the day before we finally got our current buyer), only for the first one to come back on the market, this has been probably the worst move in the world!!
But it has given my the chance to go through all of my cycling bits in the garage and bin the excess  - like the toe-clips that came with the bike !

So hopefully, by this time next week I will have moved and hopefully been out for a ride. But i won't hold my breath on either of those!

Until next time

Daniel

There's something wrong...But I can't quite put my finger on it !!

Saturday arrived, rain bucketing down, but meant to clear in the afternoon (it did!!). Got my gear out ready for a nice afternoon cycle before taking the dogs for their walk. Whilst out on the walk the leads got a bit tangled and whilst untangling the 2 excited hounds I managed to get one of the leads wrapped around my finger. But before I could freee myself, they saw another dog and WHOOSH, they tried to go and say hello. The leads tightened and I got a rope-burn around the base of my finger but also the top half of the finger was sitting at an abnormal angle and I was in extreme pain.

I managed to get them home and off I trotted to A&E. After a few hours out came the result, a dislocated finger at the knuckle, then the painful joy of it being popped back in. Painful as it bloody hurt, joyful as as soon as it popped back in most of the pain went, only to be replaced with a dull throb. To make it worse, I came out to a slighty cloudy but very sunny afternoon.

It will be not until the latter end of this week that I will be able to get back on the bike (once the swelling and pain have subsided), so I have had an impromptu week off, and with the house move next week, I doubt I will get much in then.

Still what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, they say. Until next time.

And this little doggie broke my finger (She is a bit bigger now than when this was taken) !!!