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Wafflycathcsdir
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All highly civilised.
Glorious sunny weather in deepest rural Norfolk this April day; Spring is sprung, the lambs gambol
in the fields and the neighbour's chickens call round for their daily feast from "She Who Is a
Sucker When It Comes To Animals" namely, me.
I decided the day was far too good to waste on stuff like *housework* and got ready to go out on my
bike. Having a dodgy knee at the moment, I knew I would have to be sensible and stick to cycling
slowly in low gears so I wouldn't strain my knee at all. Vernon decided to join me on my cycle ride,
so we set off in a general easterly direction.
Today is the first real short-sleeved top day, so I smothered my few bare bits in factor 45, insect
repellent and swallowed an antihistamine tablet. I applied liberal quantities of ibuprofen gel to
the aching knees. For some reason insect life look at me out of their compound eyes and are
immediately taken as to just how juicy and tasty I am from an insect point of view - hence the vast
quantities of "Jungle Formula" for the wilds of Norfolk. I was probably way over the UCI threshold
for various supposedly performance enhancing compounds, but I doubt Lance Armstrong has to worry
about this Fatbirdonabike overtaking him on Alpe d'Huez.
We cycled around the lanes to Castle Acre aided by a fine tailwind. Once at Castle Acre we sat
outside a Ye Olde Worlde Tea Shoppe type place, of which there are several in the village. The owner
brought out fresh coffee and a plate of assorted cakes. All highly civilised! After consuming a
sweet-mince **** & half an iced-sponge bun and an Eccles cake between us (Vernon had the Eccles cake
- I loathe them) and a couple of cups of freshly made coffee each, we set off for the journey back
home across the lanes. The tailwind had turned into a headwind and one where, on the exposed lanes,
it was so strong, we couldn't freewheel downhill, but had to pedal quite hard to keep going
forwards. If didn't pedal the wind was strong enough to stop us from having any forward momentum,
even on a downhill. The journey home took twice as long as the journey to Castle Acre due to the
combined effect of headwind and more uphill sections on the return leg. I just stayed in a low gear
and pedalled along slowly. Even though the headwind was quite strong, it was warm due to the
glorious sunshine and almost cloudless blue sky.
On getting home, I've fed the neighbour's chickens again, as they now come to the back door begging
to be fed; I've made a fuss of a certain one-eyed black-furred lady cat who has spent the day
soaking up the sun by lying in the patch of warm sun flooding in through the dining room patio
doors; I've put the roast in the oven (not the neighbour's chickens), prepared the veggies and in
about an hour we'll be having a late Sunday roast dinner.
All highly civilised I think. I could do with lots more days like this.
Cheers, helen s
Sunday, 13 April 2003
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Flush out that intestinal parasite and/or the waste product before sending a reply!
Any speeliong mistake$ aR the resiult of my cats sitting on the keyboaRRRDdd
~~~~~~~~~~
Glorious sunny weather in deepest rural Norfolk this April day; Spring is sprung, the lambs gambol
in the fields and the neighbour's chickens call round for their daily feast from "She Who Is a
Sucker When It Comes To Animals" namely, me.
I decided the day was far too good to waste on stuff like *housework* and got ready to go out on my
bike. Having a dodgy knee at the moment, I knew I would have to be sensible and stick to cycling
slowly in low gears so I wouldn't strain my knee at all. Vernon decided to join me on my cycle ride,
so we set off in a general easterly direction.
Today is the first real short-sleeved top day, so I smothered my few bare bits in factor 45, insect
repellent and swallowed an antihistamine tablet. I applied liberal quantities of ibuprofen gel to
the aching knees. For some reason insect life look at me out of their compound eyes and are
immediately taken as to just how juicy and tasty I am from an insect point of view - hence the vast
quantities of "Jungle Formula" for the wilds of Norfolk. I was probably way over the UCI threshold
for various supposedly performance enhancing compounds, but I doubt Lance Armstrong has to worry
about this Fatbirdonabike overtaking him on Alpe d'Huez.
We cycled around the lanes to Castle Acre aided by a fine tailwind. Once at Castle Acre we sat
outside a Ye Olde Worlde Tea Shoppe type place, of which there are several in the village. The owner
brought out fresh coffee and a plate of assorted cakes. All highly civilised! After consuming a
sweet-mince **** & half an iced-sponge bun and an Eccles cake between us (Vernon had the Eccles cake
- I loathe them) and a couple of cups of freshly made coffee each, we set off for the journey back
home across the lanes. The tailwind had turned into a headwind and one where, on the exposed lanes,
it was so strong, we couldn't freewheel downhill, but had to pedal quite hard to keep going
forwards. If didn't pedal the wind was strong enough to stop us from having any forward momentum,
even on a downhill. The journey home took twice as long as the journey to Castle Acre due to the
combined effect of headwind and more uphill sections on the return leg. I just stayed in a low gear
and pedalled along slowly. Even though the headwind was quite strong, it was warm due to the
glorious sunshine and almost cloudless blue sky.
On getting home, I've fed the neighbour's chickens again, as they now come to the back door begging
to be fed; I've made a fuss of a certain one-eyed black-furred lady cat who has spent the day
soaking up the sun by lying in the patch of warm sun flooding in through the dining room patio
doors; I've put the roast in the oven (not the neighbour's chickens), prepared the veggies and in
about an hour we'll be having a late Sunday roast dinner.
All highly civilised I think. I could do with lots more days like this.
Cheers, helen s
Sunday, 13 April 2003
~~~~~~~~~~
Flush out that intestinal parasite and/or the waste product before sending a reply!
Any speeliong mistake$ aR the resiult of my cats sitting on the keyboaRRRDdd
~~~~~~~~~~
