Trick Cycling

Because we live in Oxfordshire and the rumour is that it's flat (all those students on bicycles can't be wrong?) this morning I went and bought a new pushbike.....and because Posselq insisted I had to get a helmet too (now I look like somebody with severe learning difficulties - wobbling all over the road with a daft plastic crash hat on). The theory behind this is that bike-riding is something we can do together - Posselq has been riding mountain bikes for years - doing all that mad off road stuff - that was until him and bike became seriously separated in Portugal last year and he had to be sent home with a bad spinal injury...laying on a board and everything. Anyway - he still rides his bike but just on the roads nowadays.

I got my new bike home and have just been to the stables on it - and guess what? This part of Oxfordshire is not as flat as it would at first appear. When you are driving your big girl's truck to and from the stables you simply don't notice the incline that goes on and on and on. However - when it's my little legs that are propelling me homeward - take it from me - you notice the incline then. I managed to get all the way to the "Welcome to Mollington - Twinned with Stepford" sign and then had to get off and push!!! 

I am very proud of my new bike - at present it's very shiny. It also has loads of gears - but I have no clue what to do with them yet. And in case you're wondering - yes - I look like a complete dick with the daft hat on, and yes - my legs have gone all trembly!!!

Day two - NO fags round here

Okay - okay - okay. Mood score is about 3 out of ten. Patience is running at about a 4 - cravings standing at about a 12 (and that's out of ten!). Hunger pangs are doing a good 7 to 8 and I have a headache. This is full day two of not smoking (yawn yawn). Later I have to brave Tesco for the ingredients for tonight's Spag Bol (pensioners and mums with toddlers - sorry Victoria! - need to keep away - well away from my trolley whilst I'm in there or they are likely to get rammed!) , and then a nip to the dry cleaners and the cobblers to take Posselq's things for cleaning and repairing (that would be suit and shoes then? - Einstein?).

Dog has learnt (in less than 48 hours) to walk the other way when she sees me coming - and oh yes - I've just stubbed my bl**dy toe. 

I think I'll go back to bed.

Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy

Here we go again

Yesterday I went to the Surgery (getting a bit regular isn't it?) to do my 'Welcome Health Check' with Janet - the Surgery nurse. It was Big J who washed out my lugholes a couple of weeks ago - so me and Big J are like that X.

Anyway I told her about my struggles with the in-vain attempts to quit smoking - and she's put me on a programme........I've got a binder and everything.

I admit to feeling very ashamed when I told her about how many times I have tried and failed to quit, and the silly lengths I have gone to to 'hide' my ridiculous addiction from Posselq (who is showing admirable patience and - apparently knows all my secret stash hiding places!...regularly removes my baccy, and there was me thinking I was losing the plot because I can never find anything to smoke!!!!...."I'm sure I left it there yesterday?????" ).

According to Big J I have nothing to feel bad about - as most people who want to quit try and fail at least half a dozen times before finally succeeding.

Last night I lit the fire in the living room - went and got all my tobacco stashes and burnt them. the chimney now has a cough;)

So......here we go again........

Rent?

A few problems -(or shall we call them challenges?) - mainly to do with the tenants (free-loading dosser scum) who rent my house out in Sheffield. They haven't paid the rent now for two months - which is very annoying and quite frankly putting me under some financial pressure. To say that I want to go and physically turf them out into the street - belongings and all - would be putting it mildly - but alas - the law protects hapless victims of wankiness and protects them in their 'home' (my house) so that the poor diddums don't end up homeless with nowhere to sleep. (I'm sounding a bit annoyed - and forgetful - as I was in that position myself a number of years ago - mind you I went and camped with my Mother - I didn't stay living in somebody else's house RENT FREE). Apparently they are 'popping' into the rental agent's office this morning with the rent in cash - but they've been promising this since friday - and next month's rent is due in 2 days.

I'm not holding my breath.

Pearls........

Only accept criticism when you are certain that it is valid - and it's about your actions rather than your personal worth.

This is most important when the critical words come from within.

Maths

Today at my Piano lesson with Martin (Posselq calls him 'Martian') I had an "A-ha" moment. It's all to do with Maths you see. There is a mathematical relationship between all the notes and harmonies and chords. Once I got that...it all became much easier. Maths I can do, Logic in numbers I can do......making my fingers stretch a full octave is a whole other issue however.....

How annoying!

When Dan had her car accident a couple of weeks ago - the man who she crashed into readily admitted it was entirely his fault. He turned right out of a filter lane as she was travelling along the main road - straight into her path. It was outside an MOD base and the whole thing was captured on CCTV. The Police attended - watched the CCTV - interviewed the other driver - and everybody agreed (including the soldier on duty) that it was entirely his fault and she was completely blameless. No speeding - no fannying about - no nothing.

Imagine my bloody annoyance today to discover that the scrotey pillock has told his insurance company that it was her fault, and now she is having to provide statements etc to dispute his claim. 

What a twat. What a complete and utter twat. (and faggot, and arsehole, and knobhead, and dickface, and anything else insulting that I can come up with)...not to mention pretty damn stupid as it's all on CCTV.

I hope his dick drops off.