Thursday, 23 March 2017
Monday, 13 March 2017
Well as of St Patrick's day this week I am officially of no fixed abode. My house sale will complete at 1pm. I've got bikes stashed all over the place along with over thirty years of tools and equipment while I look for a cheap to rent workshop and I'm sleeping on my narrow boat. My parents always knew I'd end up like this living outside of society. Hey ho let's go. The possibilities are endless and the thread of life has a few less knots in it now.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Totally rung out, I came back from three days on the road working in Scotland. Long drive, working so no bike, heavy day doing service and repairs on a couple of machines, two over nights in the usual no frills, no sleep hotel motel. Weather to die in. Living on sandwiches and supermarket meal deals, the deal is take it or leave it. Bad roads, bad attitude. Kamikaze run back, no stop till home or game over. Sliding down the snake back to square one, never passing go. Engine stop and the silence is loud. Clamber out and try to stand on legs that don't. It's raining for a change. Want food and sleep, get chores and more snacky tacky. 'Phone calls, emails, domestic and routine essentials, basic. Finally sitting numb and numb-er zombie. no sleep till morning.