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Saturday, January 19th, 2008
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. Saturday so far
Saturday, January 19th, 2008 04:04 pmAnyone want an exercise bike?
Free, just come and collect it. It has a belt attached to the pedals and is too rough on our weedy knees, so we have replaced it with a new one with a magnet on the pedals, which should be smoother and less wearing on my aging joints at least. Assuming that we get over the effort of dragging it up three flights of stairs, that is. The new one weighs about 35kg and was immense fun getting up here; sadly it showed us precisely what wimps we are as the delivery man (who, on reflection, we should have given a fiver to bring it all the way up) was virtually tossing the brute from shoulder to shoulder.
I had intended to nip into Finchley to buy tat today, but it is pelting down outside and cold to boot. My tat-buying impulses are clearly water soluble, so I shall have a look at the weather again tomorrow and decide then. Of course, our TV reception is water soluble, too, so more DVDs tonight, me thinks.
Finally in this pointless roundup, I should note that last night Furtle informed me that she had won the Tower of London in a Lucky Dip and was now having trouble clearing the dust and gravel out of the bathroom before her parents visited. Happily, no cheese was harmed in the manufacture of that dream.
Free, just come and collect it. It has a belt attached to the pedals and is too rough on our weedy knees, so we have replaced it with a new one with a magnet on the pedals, which should be smoother and less wearing on my aging joints at least. Assuming that we get over the effort of dragging it up three flights of stairs, that is. The new one weighs about 35kg and was immense fun getting up here; sadly it showed us precisely what wimps we are as the delivery man (who, on reflection, we should have given a fiver to bring it all the way up) was virtually tossing the brute from shoulder to shoulder.
I had intended to nip into Finchley to buy tat today, but it is pelting down outside and cold to boot. My tat-buying impulses are clearly water soluble, so I shall have a look at the weather again tomorrow and decide then. Of course, our TV reception is water soluble, too, so more DVDs tonight, me thinks.
Finally in this pointless roundup, I should note that last night Furtle informed me that she had won the Tower of London in a Lucky Dip and was now having trouble clearing the dust and gravel out of the bathroom before her parents visited. Happily, no cheese was harmed in the manufacture of that dream.
Saturday so far
Saturday, January 19th, 2008 04:04 pmAnyone want an exercise bike?
Free, just come and collect it. It has a belt attached to the pedals and is too rough on our weedy knees, so we have replaced it with a new one with a magnet on the pedals, which should be smoother and less wearing on my aging joints at least. Assuming that we get over the effort of dragging it up three flights of stairs, that is. The new one weighs about 35kg and was immense fun getting up here; sadly it showed us precisely what wimps we are as the delivery man (who, on reflection, we should have given a fiver to bring it all the way up) was virtually tossing the brute from shoulder to shoulder.
I had intended to nip into Finchley to buy tat today, but it is pelting down outside and cold to boot. My tat-buying impulses are clearly water soluble, so I shall have a look at the weather again tomorrow and decide then. Of course, our TV reception is water soluble, too, so more DVDs tonight, me thinks.
Finally in this pointless roundup, I should note that last night Furtle informed me that she had won the Tower of London in a Lucky Dip and was now having trouble clearing the dust and gravel out of the bathroom before her parents visited. Happily, no cheese was harmed in the manufacture of that dream.
Free, just come and collect it. It has a belt attached to the pedals and is too rough on our weedy knees, so we have replaced it with a new one with a magnet on the pedals, which should be smoother and less wearing on my aging joints at least. Assuming that we get over the effort of dragging it up three flights of stairs, that is. The new one weighs about 35kg and was immense fun getting up here; sadly it showed us precisely what wimps we are as the delivery man (who, on reflection, we should have given a fiver to bring it all the way up) was virtually tossing the brute from shoulder to shoulder.
I had intended to nip into Finchley to buy tat today, but it is pelting down outside and cold to boot. My tat-buying impulses are clearly water soluble, so I shall have a look at the weather again tomorrow and decide then. Of course, our TV reception is water soluble, too, so more DVDs tonight, me thinks.
Finally in this pointless roundup, I should note that last night Furtle informed me that she had won the Tower of London in a Lucky Dip and was now having trouble clearing the dust and gravel out of the bathroom before her parents visited. Happily, no cheese was harmed in the manufacture of that dream.