No more hill climbs today. I’m full.
Je ne cest pas Beaumont.
I am getting a bike fit to more firmly cement my relationship with Joy.
If you don’t want to be framed and hung, you better be moving with a quickness.
Temper tantrum/pity party is officially over. Back in the saddle/general asskicking commenced.
Paella, Hawaiian style. Or something.
Tonight is movie night with my easily sunburned mate and his mate. And my mate. Nevermind that! Quiet Man and paella with Faith’s saffron!
“When unhappy, one doubts everything; when happy, one doubts nothing.”
Sometimes even a ratty old necklace can make you feel all new and cute.
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