First the misses' car won't start. Dead battery most likely, but she gives me a look like it's my fault for not buying her a new car. Drop her at work on the way to dropping Horse at school; just get him there on time then go to my doctor's appointment. Doctor has called in sick. Great advert for being a doctor that is. Pop in and get a new car battery on the way to work (car batteries are so much cheaper than bike batteries), strap it to the back of the bike. Get to work, back to back meetings til 'lunch then it's off to give blood. Bloke before me has a post bleed, blood everywhere. I get all smug then pass out (hint: don't say you feel ok when you feel shit) and spend 20 minutes with my legs in the air. Nurses laugh. Never a good sign. Finish the day then start to head home when I notice that the R80 is pissing oil from the rocker box gasket. It's been fine for 45,000 miles then 5 miles after I fit a Timo-sourced coil it's everywhere. Bollocks. Get home, fit the new car battery, car starts, she gives me a look like I wouldn't have had to do that if I'd bought her a new car. Gunk off the rocker box and when I go to get the watering can from the passageway I find that the drains have collapsed so my foundations are filling up with jobbies. And now the red wine is running out. Enough. P.S. Is it me or were Snowy and Charlie Dymock separated at birth?
