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Hi Blogggers,

Gentle exercises, the doctor said, swimming, cycling and of course the beast. Well nagging sister is off saving the world some where today, Vic.2 is probably on her air glider, Happy neighbour is at work and so is new buddy.


So where does that leave me? Well, I could just stay in my big king sized bed, under my big king sized duvet, (ok, so I spent half the morning there), but, those small quiet voices in my head, nagging sister implanted, preprogrammed, brainwashed naggingness seems to be winning the fight to get me out of bed. I could just potter around the house, do some house work, watch the shoulder of lamb defrost for my curry later.

So, in answer to the above question, where does that leave me? It leaves me to listen to still quiet voices, preprogrammed naggines implanted brainwashing from nagging sister and get the bike out from the shed.

It seems an age since last saw my bike, of course the tyres needing pumping up, (thank goodness the mice didn't take a fancy to my tyres) and I needed to dust off the cobwebs, dust and I don't even want to think what else because I would let it stay there in the shed. All done, stand back and admire it.

There! looking spic and span, dust and (whatever) free, cycle helmet dusted, Don' think old girl of who might have been laying in, just put it on, bike clips round ankles and off.

I needed to go to the shops anyway, so that's my destination, shopping list in mind, card in back pocket, little bag on back and head off to the shops. Now, where I live there is a hill as big as Everest you have to climb before you get to the straights, and once your there, your virtually at the shops. I get to the top of the road that leads to 'mount Everest' switch gear to low low low one and.............disaster. The chain fell off just as I was about to head up hill. Now the old boy did show me how to put the chain back on, you move this thing here, which slackens this here,, put this here and voila` your back on the road! Not quite as simple for me, moving the thingy trying to lift the chain to the big round thing but it just doesn't seem enough slack. Helmet off, kneeling now on the floor, builders bum that Bovis would be proud of and looking to see where I was going wrong.

I didn't give up, I did manage to fix the chain, I'm covered in dirt but pleased that I had fixed my bike, (I wasn't actually pulling the thingy far enough to give enough slack) and I headed on up Mount Everest. I was quite grateful for that bit of rest actually, the HILL seems higher than ever, but I eventually make it to the top, headed on the straight now, not far to go to reach the shops, put my bike in the bike place chain it up.....................AH!

ARRGGH NO CHAIN. Now do I trust people and just leave it there, or do I ride all the way back home to get a chain, up Mount Everest again?

Well you all will be proud of me (I think) I decided not to trust people and ride on home to get a bike chain, and ride up the mountain again!! How on earth people do this for fun, day in day out is beyond me, I am looking as If I have done two sessions on the beast now, and this ride is just a little over a mile!

I can imagine the beast at nagging sisters house, (if it could) laughing at me, falling over in laughter!!