Because of tremendous pressures at work, nipping over to Spain this weekend isn’t going to happen. Work-based things need my attention over the weekend. That’s all I can say.
The forecast for Sunday, as pointed out by the redoubtable Sir Masher of Englandshire, is reasonable.
So I’m going to trip in to that London on Sunday morning, on the Bandit.
And in that London, on that Sunday morning, I shall be hitting that Ace Cafe for one of their gargantuan All Day Breakfasts, which shall be washed down by several gallons of Best Quality Builders Tea.
Sir Masher of Englandshire has strongly hinted that he will consider sitting astride his Mighty Triumph, and will point it at another gargantuan All Day Breakfast of the Ace Cafe.
Do you fancy joining us?
Motorbikes optional, obv.
In other news…
I did ride the Bandit to work today, so in your face doubting Thomas and doubting Thomasina.
In. Your. Face!
I had a bucket of fun.
I wouldn’t like to ride the Bandit that distance – esp that route – every day.
Not every week.
Maybe once a month, and just for fun.
I am in bed.
It is 9.45pm.
I really need to switch my brain off, stop fretting about work-related things, and get a solid night’s sleep.
That’ll be tonight.
So, what’s new with you?