The Ejit Returns
I’m having some serious pressure put on me to rekindle my babble and I know I’ve been a naughty blogger. Those Canadians must be suffering from cabin fever from the Polar Vortex by wanting more of my mundane missives.
I’ll keep this one short because I said to a friend a couple of days ago that I hadn’t had a big tumble off my bike for ages and that was tempting fate. So here I am today hooting along at a great rate of knots and took the wrong line across some railway tracks thinking I could frog jump the bike over the exposed track. By the way, that’s a thing a 20 year old would have trouble doing!
Nope! I took a big tumble and am now battered and bruised with two big hematomas on my elbow and hip, cuts and bruises and feeling sorry for myself. The thing that restricts me most is the very sore thumb. I thought a thumb was only for blocking up dykes but try and do without one and see where it gets you. I suppose I shouldn’t whinge too much as Muppet’s Mum has just had a growth removed and bone graft on her pinky and is worse off than me when it comes to fingers.
We had four days over 40 last week and did the rubbernecks love it. Seems we were struck with the Hell Vortex! Back to normal this week but who knows what lies ahead.
We did a bike tour in November from Luang Prabang in Laos to Hanoi in Vietnam. MP’s sister and her friend accompanied us along with nine others on the tour. A great ride and you can get the photos HERE and a 11 minute video HERE.
Feeling a weakness coming over me so better go and lie down now and suck up the wonderful attention I’m receiving from MP. However, no denying the fact that she thinks I’m an ejit as my good Irish mum used to tell me.