Early start again

This is starting to become a habit. Plan to ride Tuesday night. Something comes up at work, end up going out on Wednesday morning. Not helped by the fact that for the last couple of weeks I've had a social on Wednesday evening, hence long days & tiredness!

Managed my Effingham route easily enough, and headed into work nice and early to make sure last nights excitment had settled down. Unfortunately for the first time in ages, South West Trains let me down, so I ended up getting in at 9am just in time for my first meeting.

Tonight I was out with my friend Robin who doesn't seem to be comfortable with the idea of me not drinking very much!!! Good to see him though, and decent food at Browns near Bank station.

Since my posting on the weekend, I've got the details of John & Tims ride. Wow! 150+ miles on Saturday followed by nearly 80 on Sunday. Good effort....especially compared to my 140 mile total for the whole weekend. I haven't read John's blog yet, but I assume he will have mentioned he fell off his bike at Sheffield and hurt his leg. His wheel got caught in tramlines and he ended up travelling in a different direction to his bike. Ouch.

In adding labels for this post, I noticed that I haven't used the "green poo" label a 2nd time yet, so this is a blatent mention just so I have more than one. There really is no reason for adding it here except that I know more people are reading the blog now, so may be tempted to explore a little.

Dont eat your uncle Iain

Ok, today's post wont talk too much about bikes as I need to explain why my nephew Ollie has green poo.

First the cycling update: I was back on the turbo again; managed approx 14 miles in an hour, so pretty much the same as last time. I got home in good time, so was ready to start training at 7:30, but then found I had a flat tyre, so had to fix that before I started. Consequently it is now nearly midnight, and I have finished my training, eaten my tea (pancakes!) and made a few updates to the website.

Jules got me the most amazing birthday cake for my party on Saturday (see photo). I got a piano for my birthday present, and hence the cake is supposed to be me playing my new piano. After the party on Sunday, Tim brought two of his boys (my nephews), Josh & Ollie, back to the house for an hour or two. We had a great time together, and at the end of the day, we let them take some of the cake with them. They were keen to take their icing and marzipan model of Uncle Iain, particularly Ollie.

The moral of this story is: dont eat your uncle Iain, or your poo will go green!