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Paint Repair

OK - I had a bad day. My girlfriend was cleaning the flat, dusted down everything and reorganised stuff like a good nesting woman. I set up my turbo trainer is the living room as per normal, set the fan going to stop me exploding from the heat, cycled for all of 5 mins, before the fan wind caught a painting on our wall.

My cat like reflexes meant that I caught the painting which landed on me, but not the Crystal Whiskey decanter full of Dalmore, which landed on me, the coffee table and the bike. Crying

Cross Purpose

 We’re stood halfway down a steep bank that is both slippy and sticky at the same time, waiting. Suddenly a wave of sound breaks from the left and creeps louder as it follows the lead riders round the course, the air tingles electric and as the wall of cheering crashes onto us they’re right there and riding down the muddy, chopped, rutted bank as if doesn't exist. Heart-rates quicken, and not just the racer's.

I Say Potato....

Spend the last 15 miles of the ride thinking about crisps, it's been a hot one, face caked in horse-sweat, and salts need replenishing.

Crisps.

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