A face only a mother could love

Mrs Smith has started working from the local library now and again. She says it's for a change of scene but I suspect it's to get away from my constant moaning and whining about this lurgy.

Either way, it didn't work today as I accompanied her to the library so I could pop up to see my wee friend in the museum. He/she/it had been moved which caused some concern until I found him/she/it nestled in the corner by a window but without a bunnet. Seemed happy to see me again anyhow.

Then it was back to work for me too. Leeds, Manchester and Birmingham lined up for the rest of the week. I'll mostly be talking about bikes which promises to be interesting and speaking of which my pal is coming round tonight to talk about the Loch Ness road race. I've just about given up to the inevitable as I haven't even looked at my bike in over a month but I'll head up their as support staff if I can't ride, either that or just do it and go as far as I can before I keel over. It's another few weeks away yet so we will see.