Dear reader today I removed the cobwebs off the pedal cycle that has hung from the garage roof (inside the garage that is) for the past few months. I then clambered into my cycling attire and headed off into the glumness.

Twenty miles in and all was going so well, untill, the puncture fairy arrived and sprinkled her magic dust under my front tyre.

Pssssssssssssssssssttttttttt rumble rumble rumble. Oh f****** ****, I was heard to say

Never mind, got a spare tube and a self infalter can in the saddle bag, no sweat, be done in a minu.............Where's the self inflater can? ..........Oh f****** ****, I was heard to mutter.

So dear reader 40 minutes later her-in-draws (HID) had to come and collect me in the car. DOH!!!

Well I have been and purchased a replacement tube and self inflator can and replenished said saddle bag.

The bike is now under pre-launch conditions in the garage ready for the 'morrow.

Look out Penkridge here I come, locals may want to tape their windows up now to prevent them being sucked out of the house by my jet blast as I steam past. (Note to self....calm down your fat and old)

Leave update.......Still unwinding (not helped by reckless magic fairy dust deposit above)

May have to do a few jobs in the afternoon to keep HID happy. Nothing too daft though eh.

Graham