Wet ....
27th
July 2019 (Saturday) 08.00 .... I’m wondering; why are wet suits
predominately black? It’s not the most cheerful ‘colour’... why
not make them in assorted, happy, colours?
If I had a bright red wet suit I’d put it on and go for a run on the
bike. Ye Gods .... that would be a
sight to behold. Anyway it’s wet this
morning.... not a morning for going biking, but is a good morning for ‘ooverin’
and dustin’: though I’m not really in an
‘ooverin’ and dustin' frame of mind. The rain isn’t heavy.... it’s ...sort of ...
well ...there! And it’s warm rain; kind of like having a shower with yir claes
on. I think it (the rain) is suppose
to fade away later today. Right now I’d say that
another cuppa is called for.
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| Peaceful morning. |
19.00 Once again the weather played havoc with
the Tour de France; cutting Stage 20 down
to 59 kilometres, long, with only one climb, the last and longest one, at
nearly 20 kilometres.... with the finish at the top. It was exciting viewing, and the Spaniard,
who broke away on his own managed to hang on and win the Stage.
I
am shattered once again; but not by
watching the race .... oh no... ‘the Boy’ actually worked today, and Michael
and Janice have a bedroom. That said I
think I’ll split the downy from the 15 tog that it is now, down to 10 tog. I think 15 would be too hot .... even in
Bonnie Scotland. That will be easy
enough done.... in fact I’ll do that after dinner, instead of going out on the
bike. I’ll go biking early tomorrow.
It
has been a reasonably nice day, with the sun breaking though for a wee while in
the afternoon. I see the east wind has
brought stuff in from the North Sea so we could have drizzle (Scotch mist) in
the morning. Maybe I won’t be biking
first thing.
