I had the day off work today to attend master15s academic review morning with his teachers at school. It turns out that despite the lack of school time on site, he is doing well. All I can say is that I wish I had his English teacher when I was his age. I learnt about plosives, how to find out on his on-line maths platform what time he does his work and the enormity of his DT course work, which he is beginning to regret taking as an option. Everyday is a school day…
We got home for lunch. Mrs B2W was working from home and master12 was engaged in school work. There was no food in the house, not even fruit so boys hoovered some katsu pot noodles while the adults snacked. I made some BBQ sauce, read the newspaper, sent off my swabs for the stem cell donation register and put my head down for a nap while Mrs B2W went to the supermarket on the weekly shop.
I drifted off listening to a Test from 2018 on TMS and woke to live horse racing. Live sports events take priority over re-runs on the radio. Horse racing was one of the first sporting events allowed at the easing of lock down, the first event in the constituency of the SOS for Health. I feel like I am living in a dystopian drama but even the best script writers couldn’t make this up. The sun was out after a morning of rain so I immediately had thoughts of a ride. The forest is officially open again and I was keen to ride some trails to assess their worth.
Once Mrs B2W texted an emergency call for marmite and garam masala (unavailable at the supermarket) , I knew that a longer ride than planned was in order. I hopped out of the forest and onto the back roads and decided to see how the rain had softened up Cuckoo Lane, an unpaved byeway that was rock hard a couple of weeks ago. Quite a lot was the answer. My balding 29er tyres were no match for the slippery track. The soil that had been used to fill the vehicular tyre trails had turned to mush. It was easier on the grass up the middle but on other parts, I had no traction and had to walk for short periods. Everything was clogged with mud, my rear cogs and derailleur being caked with drying brown stuff. .
I got to the shop but there was no garam masala. I bought chocolate instead. I rode towards home, found a sunny sheltered spot and stopped for some solitude and sugar in the evening sun, before returning home to give the 29er a luxurious mid week clean.
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