In response to the idea involving renting bicycles in Tenerife, Carole and I took into account all the relevant factors. Intense heat, big hills, the fact neither of us have cycled since we were "knee high to a grasshopper" and Luca. Guess what our conclusion was?
Actually, I'm making it sound worse than it is! Perhaps a day trip, but neither of us are keen cyclists. The lycra chaffs me a bit too much you see. However, we can rent scooters for around 15 Euro's per day, so perhaps a compromise can be met there?
IE - Kelly sweats buckets cycling up 45 degree angle hills, while we "put-put" past her....
Tenerife aside, I've neglected to mention this months Lincolnshire birthdays. Mike's has just passed, while Tom's is tomorrow. For reasons of politeness I will avoid mentioning their ages. Obviously neither is too far past 21 however. Happy birthday "young loons"
Strewth, even I can barely recall 21!
Carole got home from her night out last night around 1030pm to my surprise, and reasonably sober too. I was semi-snoozing on the sofa as she arrived in, with Sima snoring on top of my stomach. However, the creak of the door (that reminds me, I need to oil it...) shocked her awake, so much so she jumped onto my face. Pleasant.
Carole looked knackered upon awakening this morning (unsurprising as it's been a busy weekend) and was "treated" to a grumbly Luca. I guess he's growing up fast, as he already seems to like Mondays about as much as Bob Geldof. Hopefully he'll be chirpier tomorrow in order for our next swimming session to pass without too much incident. Here's hoping.
**Useless fact of the day - Per passenger mile, you are eleven and a half times more likely to die on a bike than in a car**
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