It’s been at least a hundred years since my last update, and life has been full to say the least. I will try to cram everything in, or at least what my BSE infected brain can recall.
Well, big news, my rod of chance managed to hook a lovely one, in the guise of long term dance partner Miss T, and despite us both not wanting to go on a “date” or being ready for a “relationship” it would appear that fate had other things in store. Good old fate! So after a non-date or two, we are now officially together. 
Holiday season has also come and gone, and looking outside now at the Autumnal gloom and drizzle, it’s hard to recall summer, luckily I managed to grab a week away with Daughter 1, where we sat by the pool and ate ice creams in the Cretan sun pretty much non-stop. I actually managed to get a bit of colour (long since faded) and worked my way through a few books. All in all a really relaxing time.
Daughter 2 on the other hand was honing her thespian skills at a summer camp for budding actors, and preparing for her debut at the Royal Albert Hall no less! What a proud daddy I am!
It’s still all go on the cycling front, with the aim of doing another triathlon next year – and this time I want to make sure I have put in a decent amount of training, first things first though is attempting to loose a tyre or two – certainly before I start trying to run anywhere, as my poor knees are likely to just give up at the very thought of pounding the tarmac again. So my short term goal is to loose 2 stone by February, and then get out running. Not sure how achievable that is, so I have enlisted the help of Weightwatchers. So far I have been losing about 20 pounds a month. (purely financial unfortunately). Still, got to keep on that wagon and away from the chip shop.
I acquired some new pedals and shoes for the mean machine, and as predicted by the shop assistant at the bike shop,
I have fallen off twice. Both at low speeds, due to the fact that my feet were locked into the bike.
The last time happened to be outside the local school, in front of children at the bus stop. I feel my pride sustained more damage than my knee!
Ahh Mr White, in a display of true compassion, was slightly miffed that I didn’t stay in the middle of the road long enough for him to take a picture of my tumble, as is customary in these situations and long time friend Toe-Knee insists that stabilisers are the way forward.
Thanks!
Dancing of course continues unabated. After over a year of jive classes I have now improved so much that I am now actually mediocre, rather than poor! Does this mean I should give up? Not on your nelly! I still love it very much, and I sweat like a pig in a steam room, so it must be good for me. I went to my first freestyle on Saturday night, and it was great fun, even though I might have spent a little too much time at the chocolate fountain!
Sunday night was pub quiz night, with Becca Boobs, Raymondo, Miss T and I forming the unstoppable team aptly titled “the middle of Scunthorpe” When I say unstoppable, I of course mean our unstoppable ability to pretty much loose every round, Still, it was lovely evening, despite Boobs constantly checking her phone for messages since she had left her new baby with her lodger for the first time. By baby, I actually am referring to a cute puppy called Lola, but you’d think it was a proper baby the way she dotes over her.
Well, dear diary (of sorts), enough of my inane ramblings for now. I shall update you again soon.
