I parked my bike in town the other day and noticed this exciting bit of van parking.
When I came back, another van was parked there. It’s clearly a regular spot. I suppose it could even be legal but, if so, the city fathers would want to have another look at their bike lane provision.
Daniel parked his bike in town for an hour and came back to find his lock in this condition but crucially, it held and his bike was still there. A win for the €40 bike lock, I guess.
Yesterday, in my infinite wisdom, I decided that the weather wasn’t too bad and I would cycle 10kms to the physio (tennis elbow, alas). This was a huge mistake. Here I am awaiting entry and disrobing at the physio.
And then I had to cycle home after. My shoes are still wet.
Mr. Waffle and Dan went to see Dublin v Monaghan in Croke Park today and after my experience yesterday, I was keen to drive them but they gambled and won. They cycled there and back unscathed by bucketing rain. And Dublin won. You win some, you lose some, I guess.
Sympathies on the drenching. I’m on my third pair of shoes in as many days as I dry out the others. Looks like it’s going to be one of those kinds of summers.
Sympathy appreciated. Even my inner smugness was insufficient to sustain me.
Tennis elbow. I have it, this time caused by putting in a raised bed in the veg patch. I last played tennis aged 12. It’s very annoying.
Loving the traditional summer, as is the garden, which is very green.
Oh no. I genuinely sympathise. I am dutifully doing my physio exercises and very tedious it is too. Garden v green here also but could do with a little more sunshine…