Work finished, I got home and half repaired JB’s bike (broken spoke and buckled wheel) before dinner, then the plan was to mow as much of the lawn as possible before 8 o’clock and an appointment with some weights in the conservatory.
A mate of a mate walking across the front lawn with a very poorly ZXR 750 (lovely early ’90’s sportsbike) put a minor spanner in the works resulting in half as much lawn as intended being mown. And rain forecast tomorrow probably means the rest will grow to un-mowable lengths before it gets tackled. Bah. Still, I can’t see someone in despair and not assist, so that’s life.
Weights happily thrown about, it’s time to wash-up, settle down and get ready for a hilly run tomorrow. Hill repeats. Depending on how wet, of course. I’ll not run in a mud-slide, after all.