Blogathon 19/17: TW3

That was the week(end) that was…

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Like last week, I seem to have spent much of this weekend feeling worn right out.

In amongst periods of slothfulness we are ‘doing things’.

We have had a first run at quite a lot of my stuff that I have in storage.

The aim is to close things to a graceful consolidation and then get rid of whatever we both have left over.

It’s painful for me; I’ve had some of those things for years.

But at least we now have a cunning plan that revolves around getting the house finished.

I picked up Sam’s Superdream yesterday, having had its new speedo fitted.

It is a neat little bike, and handled surprisingly well.

I took the ZX10-R out afterwards, but some of the country lanes I chose were full of mud and cowdung.

In the evening we watched Jack Reacher 2 which was alright.

This morning Sam and I went swimming; by 08.00 we were ploughing lengths like turbocharged seals.

Or maybe she was, I was mostly sitting on the side basking, as seals do.

Later in the morning I went out with Sam (no, another one) for what I thought was going to be a gentle bimble through the lanes of Nottinghamshire.

Just short of a hundred miles later, I was back home, having covered roadmiles from Nottingham to Matlockin Derbyshire, then heavily across country to Clay Cross for a cup of hot chocolate, and then back down to home.

And some of those roadmiles were covered at a fairly rapid rate, because Sam doesn’t take prisoners on tarmac.

This evening Sam (no, the usual one) and I have watched most of The Woman In Black.

Then she trimmed and oiled my beard.

There was an illicit Chinese takeaway in there somewhere too.

So I haven’t done much, really, this weekend.

Yet I haven’t shed the feeling of ‘worn out-ness’ of last week.

Maybe I need to change things around?

Make some new arrangements in my life?

Maybe?