So the riding, training, riding god is down with a chest infection and cant ride. I however have no such excuse except a litany of domestic chores, including the looking after of a drugged up wife following a tooth removal. Apparently on Sunday I am also ferrying round the females in my family between various shops in Manchester, So thats going to be nigh on 3 weeks of OBAD.
I can feel the adrenalin seeping slowly out of my body along with my mojo.
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whinge whinge whinge
"I am also ferrying round the females in my family between various shops in Manchester"
And I thought I had it bad, commiserations mate.
I'll also have to dispute the deity status.
Can't they walk?
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