He moves in mysterious ways....

.....with his birthday coming soon, the son of God is showing a youthful pair of heals in his current career. 

Earlier, I nipped up the A68 to drop-off a portable oil heater to Owen. His newish heating (installed last year) is on the blink and the engineer won't be able to attend until Monday. 

I was tasked with finding vegetable stock on my return journey and it took three supermarkets to locate the necessary item. Pretty much every staff member suggested vegetable stock pots, but I had to explain that the difference in flavour and consistency would be noticed by disappointed vegetarian guests on Xmas day. I'm sure they understood. 

More cycling to nowhere in the oil fume garage on my return, I'm closing-in on 3,600 cycling kilometres for the year....that's 2,200 miles for those watching in black in white. Most of those have been cycled out-of-doors, but i've been glad of the indoor bike these last few weeks, even if everything tastes like kerosene after. 

Right, I'm off to make soup and listen to the fußball on the radiogram.