bikes, hoovers and swimsuits
Cycling is my new exciting thing. I went for a bike ride in my swimsuit* the other day, to see a friend who needed us! It was pissing down with rain, but cycling was the quickest way to get there. At least it was invigorating. I don't think we helped our friend very much, but at least the drowned rat look made her laugh :) The rain was so heavy we had to stop at one point as we couldn't see (which on a busy bus lane probably isn't a good thing).

In other cycling news, we went camping the other weekend for a friend's birthday and cycled a 50mile round trip to get there - it was ace. I know it's not that far, but I've only got my bike recently so am just learning the ropes really.

This week's been a bit manic as my Mum was visiting. It was really, really lovely to see her but we had to tidy the flat before she arrived so she didn't see the squalor we live in, argh!

As we were cleaning, we sort of noticed a smell of burning plastic, and realised Henry Hoover had caught fire! Out of the window he went. I feel a bit guilty. He had such a nice smiley face.

Now I've got a few days to chill out I can get back to work again and sort social things that I've been neglecting! Arg, everything's always backlogged for me. Suppose I wouldn't want it any other way though.

*I was wearing a dress too.