Whatever that means
Great. She’s back. Two weans still in one piece. I can relax.
The rain was too much for taking Ellen to nursery in her trailer, which was disappointing. I’ve not been on the bike all week. But when it was still drizzling at 3 o’clock I decided that I’d wait until 4 pottering in the garage and see how it was. Four came and it had stopped so my philosophy – that’s it’s pure mental to go out in the rain but OK if you should happen to get caught in the rain was intact. I could set off.
Of course, I’d completely forgotten about the puddles on the farm track that cuts off a big bit of main road. I’d also forgotten about the mudguard missing from the front wheel. Wet. Muddy. Got drenched on the way back but all good fun.