...bloody hell, adulting is hard work. The global pandemic has been and almost gone. I got hit by the thing 3 times (or more) and still haven't bounced back properly. Even ended up (what a faff) in the back of an ambulance last wee (while at work) when a Doc's app/111 phone call got way out of control. Still waiting for the actual Doc to call me about the entire thing.
Anyway, as I said.....I'm still adulting along. The boys are growing-up far too quickly and are combining to be quite a force.
Like many things in our life, the summer was a cracking adventure but even that didn't run smoothly. Car and van issues meant we had to be very flexible about how we summered but we are now owners of a scandi-canvas tent and kit. Heavy to travel with but we also now have a trailer. Betty cavan is currently in the driveway still, waiting for the slowest mechanic in the world to work out of she can be repaired.
Both boys are in school and apart from the occasional scrape or strop, they're doing pretty well.
Work is hard work but doable. Using 'hanging-on-in-there' as a reason to allow me to change my motorbike. I'm currently switching from a Triumph Street Triple R to a KTM Duke 890R. Not a huge power difference but the way it puts it out is sooooooooo different.
Little sis still has cancer and now my ol' mum is in a 'home'. To be fair, most of the folk who were involved in her rapid decline are amazed she still hanging about.
So.....I'm still here (just about😅) and if I can get my fitness/health back to close to 100%, then I'll be doing the Blenheim Triathlon in 2024.
