Whatever that means



I suppose it should stop surprising me how much condition you lose in a week of not cycling at all. But not yet. Especially when the hill through the Dalmeny estate is involved. And then it pissed down all day so it was a good thing that I’d bagged the big hoose in passing, although then I got home and the mutt was smoking his bone looking for attention. That has more double entendre potential than I’d realised.


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This entry was posted on June 4, 2014 by in The Bank of Me.
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