No bovver at all

After a veeeery long video chat last night with lovely bestie, in part powered by yesterday morning's cup of coffee, I failed to manage a lie-in and was done with breakfast, Byrdle and Middles in good time. But it was raining again so I listened to some music and computed for a while.

Late morning it brightened up so I pedalled out on my old postie bike (which is finally wearing its normal, unspiky tyres) to the motorbike accessory shop to try on boots again. Mind made up I tried on jeans as well. I found a pair that fitted well and looked good but they didn't have a high enough safety rating for my liking. So I rode home again with my new clumpy, cleaty leather boots and wore them for the rest of the day while I played with some artwork on the computer, researched better jeans, and listened to a couple of Rick Wakeman albums.

There was time in the evening to solder a new adaptor for my electric tyre pump, since it came with all the connections except the one I wanted, and then relax in the shower for a bit.