Oh What a Lovely Day

I was woken by my new mobile phone alarm this morning at 6.30am. I've only had it a day and I still don't know how it works properly. Once men you get over fifty anything electronic become like a women...you know how they work but you can't remember which buttons to press. I'm terrible with new gadgets. The trouble is I don't usually bother reading the instruction booklets until I really have to. I know they are essential but they bore me. My older brother is completely different. He is very methodical. He won't touch anything unless he fully reads the manual first. I would have loved to have been a fly one the wall when he had his first sexual experience....not in a pervy way...I'm just curious to know how he turned the pages.
I woke up to glorious sunshine, I wander how long this 'Summer' will last this year? Every year they say it's going to be a scorcher and it is for a few days. Not that it will affect me because as you know I will be cycling my little legs off in a couple of weeks....yes two weeks today. In fact this time tomorrow I will be on the plane....no I'm not going early I'm taking half an inch off the bottom of the door at home. I'm having a bit of a BBQ next weekend and I want to get those little jobs done...you know the ones that should have been done two years ago. Visitors are a great incentive. I only tidy up when there is a chance of bringing a 'girl' back to my house.....it's not been tidy for a long time.
I've not been cycling that much over the last few days I've been really busy doing other things. So this morning I went for a nice ride of about twenty miles and it felt great. As I rode through the lovely British countryside on my round trip into work I was admiring the baby lambs suckling at there mothers teats, the majestic black and white cows chewing the cud....the funny looking Lama...yes Lama and there was more than one...in fact a field full along with the occasional emu, without Rod Hull's arm up it's bottom. That's what I love about us British, the diversity, even the farm animals are multicultural.
I've been in touch with the Cycle factory in Chester. They've got a new manager called Steve and he seems very nice. I have only spoken to him on the phone but I'm meeting him next week....not a date or anything, just business. I'm taking my bike to the shop for a service. Steve has cycled from Chester to Gibraltar, which is obviously the opposite way that I am going to do the ride but equally as interesting. I'm sure he can give me some tips for my journey through Spain and France.
I'm filming the last few sequences for the music video on Monday. I think that it will be quite funny but I think everything is funny so what do I know. There will be some poignant moments too....well probably seconds rather than moments but that makes them extra special.
I had a real surprise yesterday. One of my students came to me and informed that unfortunately his gran had died. She left quite a sum of money and she wanted it to go to charity. He had seen my web site and wanted to make a contribution to the charity ride....and it was a substantial contribution. I was quite choked and very grateful. Thank you Michael. If you are wondering.....no it didn't...I'd already marked his work......you cynical lot. Seriously I was deeply moved by his gesture and extremely grateful for his Nan's generosity. I wrote a few days ago about the charity ride and how it puts me in contact with some lovely people...I never cease to be amazed....and I have no doubt that it will continue to be an amazing journey.