Yet another year draws to a close. I wonder if next year will be any different, and how long will it take me to remember to write the date correctly?
The modchip for my XBOX has been posted and should be here tomorrow morning, that gives me plenty to do on Thursday then.
Project Gotham Racing 2 on the XBOX is viciously addictive. I must try not to waste all my time on it again tonight, although given that I’ve been playing constantly for the last two hours, that doesn’t look very likely.
I think I have overdosed on beer.
…for the return of my toes. Last seen, or rather felt, somewhere up on Combe Down.
A good ride despite the loss of feeling in my toes, nice and sunny but very windy. The crossbike is fantastic, although it takes a while to get used to the fact that the back wheel squirms all over the place in the slippery mud. I think I need warmer winter socks though.
The last time I rode a bike for more than about 3 miles, was one month ago today. It’s time to rectify that, so I’m heading out on the cross bike for an hour or so to see how unfit I have become in the last month. I’ve managed to gain nearly an inch round my waist and don’t fit into my RaceFace trousers anymore, something I hope to sort out over the next month or so.
A quiet couple of days. Rode up to my parents to collect the car yesterday, nearly died on the way up the hill, took about 2 hours before I stopped feeling like I was about to throw up. Then went out to my brothers and spent a while setting up Ethan’s farm. Wandered home in the evening and watched a bit of TV and read quite a bit.
Today I headed to Sainsburys as I hadn’t got much food. Neither had they. Popped into the LBS to have a look at the sale, spent a whole £4 on two more inner tubes. The rest of the day has been spent lounging around, putting presents away, and finished off the book I was reading. Shame there is only one day left before I have to go back to work.
Well thats another Christmas over and done with. I’ve just returned from doing the family thing, and am slumped in the armchair deliberating whether or not to go for a festive bike ride. I think that the bike ride may lose out to another bottle of wine, I’ll finish this mug of tea and think about it while listening to “I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Christmas Carol”.
On other matters, happy first birthday to Sian Davison, although I doubt she’ll be able to read this anyway.
Apparently it’s christmas. Doesn’t really feel like it, although thats probably a side-effect of getting older.
Currently we are sat around eating slightly sweaty mature cheddar (I think), and drinking red wine and vintage port from chipped and coffee-stained mugs.
Does life get any better?