The last post was a bit off tangent, so picking up where I
left off before, the French lesson went well! In fact, I’ve had a couple and have
managed to learn some wordy stuff as well as some etiquette. Veronique was a
teacher and is now an antique dealer, so she’s pretty interesting to talk to.
Out on the bike today I had a long one to do, so I headed
out before eight and enjoyed watching the sun come up, listening to some tunes.
I met up with some SWRC guys in Cobham to get some company for a few hours and
break things up, and they were all nice guys. I’m still not a fan of club rides
though so I’ll probably keep them to a minimum. Anyway, being a suave sucker I
decided to wear my old National Champs jersey for the ride (I am proud of it
after all). A few hours in I hit a hidden rock on a descent and went down
pretty hard. What a pillock. All my new friends must have simultaneously thought
‘bloody tester’ in their heads.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had ‘an episode’ when wearing
the stripes. I remember a couple of years back I was doing a local 10 mile TT
and got to the finish in 16 minutes something. I was going well, but that was
just a bit ridiculous. I had turned a roundabout early. Here’s a picture of me
looking suitably sheepish.
Thomas narrating War & Peace to my richer, more successful elder brother. (Sorry ladies, he's married)
Other than boring cycling malarkey I took my nephew for a
swimming lesson yesterday (or rather he took me along) and it was so fun. He is
a cool little devil in the water, super relaxed and natural: pretty much
everything I’m not! It was such a gleeful affair.
