I am so tired. So very damn tired.
My entire body and soul ache with the sheer effort of being sat upright. Every ounce of me is worn out. Why?
Well, I don’t think I’m really up to riding the bike yet, full time. Well, I clearly am, because I’m doing it. But it’s tiring me more than driving. I guess it always did, but even more so. And I do struggle to get the 251 off it’s stand now; I guess I’m just way unfit. That and it sits flat on it’s stand, it’s not like the 125 which you could sort of rock off it’s stand.
So, a full week of riding, with the working on the car, and so on; then on Friday AmeriKate and Nikki came down, in preparation for today; and we stayed up *late* chatting. I have a congenital inability to sleep in; which means that despite going to bed at 1, or 2 or something in the morning, I still woke up at 7 am and hauled myself out of bed to poke dejectedly at my Uni work before anyone else got up.
After a slow start, we all headed into Brizzy, and showed our illustrious guests St Nicholas market (which I love), ate Buffalo, Wild Boar and Ostrich burgers, got given free chips… I saw a present for Trey; which I hope to get her for Valentines, if it’s still there when I next get to go there :-)
A brief trip to A&E and then we headed into the Green Leaf Bookshop (mmm, lesbicious goodness in book-shop form) where I bought a fabby little book (The Wrongboy’s History of the Universe, I think it’s called). and uh, spent ages looking round the not-really-very-big but nice bookshop…
And then we headed home, tired from 5 hours of wandering around… Lauren probably more tired than most as she’d been lugging a huge stack of books around. Anyway. Headed home, yes…um…. Ate food. Chatted until the early hours, showed K and N Dead Like Me, which I maintain is fabulous; fortunately they agreed. Uh, yeah, so… Then today we headed in down to the Bath and West showground (I presume the Bath in the name is actually a bath, not the Bath, because it’s no where near Bath ;-) ) for the Bristol Classic Car Show (so named because it’s no where near Bristol). Which was *fab*.
We actually met up with a couple of other Mog owners and went down in Convoy. We got some of the *best* looks I’ve ever seen, 4 mogs processing down the A37… Although some sod in a Dihatsu van (sp.) screwed up our arrival by getting in between me and Nikki (or Rebecca and Hebe). Anyway I got a new quote for my car insuance; which is 80 quid lower than the one from my current insurer (because, in fact, my Motorcycle is considered ‘transport’ by the new insurers).
We ended up spending 6 hours there; chatting to Moggie owners, wandering round, discovering that AmeriKate has a penchant for the proper Mini (in a kind of Rally Stylee, so I think maybe a Cooper could be in order for her *grins*), I had a bit of a sit in a Landcrab (luxurious, huge!), bought myself a set of overalls (4 quid, say “Singapore Aerospace Corporation” on them (they’re second hand…)), a new pair of Boots (my old boots actually have holes in the sole) (10 quid)), Uh, and a new, bright yellow, Rucksack (2 quid). I also discovered a place that sells tool-trolley things that cost about 1/3 of the price of the Snap-on/Draper brigade. Which I want (but didn’t buy); drooled over a lot of powertools ‘n’ chatted to a lot of people.
I had, in fact, an excellent time. Indeed, we spent nearly 6 hours there. Actually, scratch that, we did in fact spend 6 entire hours there. And then I came home and spent a couple of hours sorting out more uni stuff. And in a bit I’m going to collapse in a big, messy heap on my bed.
