Jewel

Two in a row. Another totally beautiful Sunday.

Went to the garage to get a bike and go for a cycle and wondered why one was missing. "Oh man someone's stolen one of my bikes......why have they taken the worst one......oh hang on I left it at the station when I was drunk" Was basically the entire thought process.

Out for a wander with the camera, and out for a while in the garden reading. That's about it really.

The missus still feels poorly and it is getting her down. It's doing my head in as I can't do anything to make her feel any better. I hate not being able to fix things. I'm a fixer I think. I just want things to be right

you: you thought someone had stolen a bike?
me: yup, and my heart skipped a beat
you: from a well locked garage? Leaving all your other stuff that's probably worth more
me: well, yeah.
you: a bit slow really aren't you
me: on occasion
you: I think you meant to say in general
me: ehh......hang on......no......pretty sure......
you: I rest my case.


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one of the few times I'll bother to say but this is probably better bigger