Friday thru' Sunday
Jan. 30th, 2005 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyoor_excuseI 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.
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.
