So, four days before our epic biking holiday begins, I get a massive flat tyre. I went to work by bike and 90 minutes later, the tyre was completely flat. Called in to MM's for a cup o' tea (and to meet the the lovely Emma-the-Cat), and despite some epic pump action by us both, the bike remained uncycle-able.

The result was two new tyres finally as well as an inner tube. I'll pick it up tomorrow.

Tonight's story before bedtime was "The Six Swans" (a lesser classic by the Brothers Grim) in which some boys get turned into swans and their sister ends up sewing and being utterly silent for six years, during which time she gets married to a King whose evil mother steals the girl's babies and makes it look like she (the new queen) has eaten them.

Clear?

Sweet dreams, everyone.