Ride your trike...

When I prepared to come down here, well, prepared is probably too much of a grandiose term. When I stuffed stuff in a suitcase to come down here, on the day my dad died, I didn't think to bring clothes to do work in. As in physical work.

Which is a shame, because I've now got oil on my nice jeans. On the other hand, after a solid days worth of work, 21 quid's worth of new tyres, a further 6 quid's worth of new inner tubes, 15 quids worth of lighting, and a few odd quid on reflectors my mothers pashley picador tricycle, circa 1970, is working.
( incessant rambling about tricycles )

Other People's Words.

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