I’m sure you’ve all been in the situation where you have a shirt covered in lint, and nowhere to hang it. I know I’ve been there. It’s those moments when you think to yourself, “What I really need right at this moment is a coathanger that folds in half to become a lint brush.
Well I for one need not fear any longer!
Today Sarah’s parents very kindly delivered a wardrobe and chest of drawers that we have inherited. At no extra cost, hanging inside the wardrobe was this: (sorry for the rubbish phone-photo)
I found it highly amusing, but then I’m weird like that.
Last weekend was good. I did my sponsored cycle ride ok. We got off to a great start with my Dad exclaiming that his cycling gloves were rubbish and were more padded on the outside than the inside. After I instructed him to put them on the correct hands, we set off. No mishaps and about 80 minutes later, we arrived at our destination on calshot beach and enjoyed a good barbeque and sit down.
We decided it had been such a good ride that we would cycle home as well. We went at a much more sedate pace on the way back along a more scenic route, even enjoying a short ferry ride across the Southampton water to break up the ride.
We clocked up about 28 miles in total (which I know isn’t really that much, but it was only a small event) and I raised just over £100 doing it, so all is good.
On the sunday I went to St andrew’s church which is who I made the 070707 flyer/poster for. I’ve been asked to run the visuals on the night as well, so I went to spy out the available equipment and also to meet another guy who’d seen the poster/flyer and wanted me to do some work for him too.
I’ve started arranging for both jobs and on top of that I’ve ordered my Macbook pro at long last. I feel like I’m doing proper businessy type things. It’s a really odd feeling.
I’m back in Southampton again this weekend as I’m partaking in a sponsored cycle ride in aid of SCRATCH with my Dad. It’s approx 15 miles from start to finish, but there is no defined route, so it could be as much as 1500 if we decided to lap the UK first. We won’t.
So I’ve been doing a bit of training now and then, cycling along the coast and getting a puncture then walking home etc. One such training ride happened last Sunday, which as you may remember was a beautifully warm day, so after church the other Rob, Pete, Ryan and I decided to go for a cycle ride. I have a shiny new GT Outpost (Bike) and Rob has a shiny new GT Avalanche so we that along with this weekend’s ride was enough motivation.
We set off across the South Downs and right on queue I got a puncture. Luckily Pete had a spare so we didn’t need to sit around waiting for repair kits to dry etc. The next problem was much worse.
We came upon a rather steep chalk decline Which didn’t look too bad from the top. Rob and Ryan hurled themselves over the edge and thundered of out of sight while Pete and I sheepishly edged our way down, sliding sideways down the path with our brakes steaming all the way. As we got nearer the bottom, about 500 yards later, I eased up a little and sped up.
On arriving at the bottom I found Rob separated from his bike, looking rather confused. He had blood all down the right side of his face, right arm and both legs, and upon closer inspection, quite a bad concussion too.
Luckily we weren’t too far from the pub we’d set out for and where Sarah and some friends were waiting, so we cleaned him up and walked him there. From there he was collected and taken to hospital.
Once they’d finished with him he looked like this:
Take care when cycling down steep things people!
I know that both Sarah and I may have told you that she hurt her hand in a cooking incident, but now that she’s left me and run off to Portugal with her supervisor (albeit temporarily), I shall take the oppurtunity to reveal the truth off the matter.
Watch and learn:
It has become apparent to me of late that the machines have begun phasing in their plans to take over the world.
“So what are they doing?” I hear you ask. No, they haven’t seized control of our banking systems. They have not organised a mass strike. Nor have they begun abducting pop acts like Britney Spears or Jessica Simpson (We can only hope this is phase 2).
No. What I have noticed over the last few days is that the delay before automatic doors open has been increased. Several doors that not so long ago allowed me to smoothly breeze through now cause me to halt in a jarring manner as they fail to open when expected.
I cannot see that this is anything other than a blatent attempt to impede the progress of humanity. You just wait, it won’t be long before escalators slow down and tie racks fail to bring your blue stripey one to the front.
Be warned!
The last couple of nights we’ve had Sarah’s brother Jonny (the handsome chap pictured right) staying with us, which has been much fun. We wen’t to the brief curch service on good Friday, and then had a picnic with about 15 or so people from church.
Ultimate frisbee turrned out to be more dangerous than it looked. I pulled a hip muscle jumping down a hill and landing awkwardly and also cut my thumb on a different jump, Jonny bruised his hand and most of us nearly suffered heart attacks from actually getting off our bums for once.
The evening was very pleasant too, for the most part.
We had John & Hannah round for dinner, and we ate chinese and watched Dave Gorman’s Googlewhack adventure (which obviously led on to some fruitless googlewhacking). The only down point in the evening was during the preparation of the food. Sarah has a book about cooking chinese, and whilst following the recipe I can only assume that she misread the line that said “transfer the noodles from the saucepan into a serving bowl”. She instead read this as “Pour Scalding water from noodle saucepan over left hand and shout loudly as searing pain ensues”.
The next 3 hours were spent with her hand in a bowl of cold water. I took John and Hannah home and when I returned I tried to convince her to let me take her to casualty. This was clearly a stupid idea though. Instead she rang NHS direct, who she spoke with briefly and then said “I think you should take me to casualty”. If only I’d have thought of that…
Thankfully the NHS were out of character and behaving efficiently for once, so we weren’t there for too long. We had a giggle about the rather inebriated man who’d injured himself whilst attending the Rocky Horror Show dressed as Frankfurter before Sarah’s wounds were dressed and they gave her a small elephants dose of painkillers.
This of course means that all the lovely bank holiday weekend plans (cycling, swimming, pitch & putt etc) which are not do-able with one hand will have to be put off until another weekend.
I don’t really mind though, At least I’m not at work!
I haven’t posted for a while.
One of the reasons is that I ordered a new pc for my parents last week and then went to Southampotn to set it up for them. I took with me my router to use as a network hub and transfer their personal stuff from the old PC to the new.
When I came back I neglected to pick up the power supply for said router, thus rendering myself internetless. Thankfully my mum posted it back and so today I am back online again.
The other reason is that I’m just rubbish and just don’t have anything interesting to say.
Oh yes, and remember that nice moon/venus pairing I told you about last time?
I forgot it was happening and missed it.
