Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Slushy

Nearly compacted my coccyx on a stroll to the supermarket thanks to wimpy summer trainers and melty sleet.  Strangers assumed the girlish scream came from Niamh, so it was more embarrassing for her really. Time to switch to boots and winter-tyres. 

The dollar-euro rates have really taken the pain out of replacing my nicked bike-bits - a saddle is in the post, and I'm planning to replace my wimpy lights with some seriously bright numbers so I can continue to take the forest trails to uni even in the dark.

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2 comments:

daniels said...

I'd like to say that I didn't giggle like a schoolgirl while reading this, but, well.

delta said...

I think my purpose in life is light comic relief :)