Awoke this morning in dire need of an attitude adjustment, looked out the window, hmmmm, low cloud, but some sun. Fed the little fella, while the minister layed back and enjoyed the piece and quite..... HeHeHe
with 2 weeks too go before the next, little begger comes into our world, and with strict orders from the doc to lie down with her feet up, or be forced to do it in hospital
So the ministers friend turns up, you wee little ripper. Me looks at Bandit the dog, and he must have read my mind, cause he went nuts and ran for the shed, with me in hot pursuit.
Hmmm, which way to head, hmmm, think I made the wrong choise. Hills or the beach, I went the hills. Cold wet and icy, but the funny thing is my attitude is just fine. go figure.
Just goes to show, a shitty days riding is aways better than a good day at work.
And I think even Bandit will back me on that.....