This weekend is full. And, as a result, so shall I be.
On Saturday I’m off to see the lovely Ash of Fervent Arts Company, and to deliver to him two broken full-face motorbike helmets. As a reward, he’s going to feed me. The last time Ash and Mrs Ash fed me, my taste buds exploded. I’m looking forward to Saturday.
No, I have no idea what he wanted broken full-face motorbike helmets for. But that’s an interesting story. Ash asked me. I asked the local bikers group on B. Three minutes later I had three offers.
Anyway.
On Sunday I’m nipping down to Leamington Spa to undertake a couple of hours of PC support. I’m being fed for that too, as a reward.
I hope the weather is good, I’ll take the Daytona.
The last two days the weather has tidied up somewhat, and I’ve been able to commute on the VFR.
It’s so different, changing between the two bikes.
Lovely, but different.
I’m feeling guilty now, because I didn’t feed you.
Next time I shall lay on a banquet… a banquet fit for a man who fixed my email problem. Yes, it appears to be all sorted now. No more rejected delivery messages.
You da man.
Thanks.