You know the saying "run before you can walk"? I think I'm suffering from the cycling version.
As I mooched my way home this evening, several cyclists shot by me, speeding off to their heated homes.
My head shot off after them. I have a bit of a wild imagination and that kicked in. I imagined myself joining them on their routes, waving my safety fez from my mighty Monty to all those pedalling pals who greeted my on my journey.
And then...
Well then, my sensible brain kicked in. That dream will take a chunk of time. I have to scale down my hopes to begin with. Get the balance first and the rest will hopefully come.
I'm going to take the attitude of little and often. I plan to drive my neighbours mad by using what's known as the scoot-weeeeeeee-balance method around the front of our home. It seems to be recommended by websites and, let's face it, it looks silly. I like silly.
To distract my brain tonight I've done some prep for the wedding. Forms completed, email written and numbers crunched.
I know the WTB has a lot more for me to do and I don't think sheltering in blog land is going to be safe for much longer this evening.
I can feel seating plan questions coming on. This, for me, should take the method as deployed in war films. Have a giant map, little models of each guest and push them around into position.
It would make the situation so much easier... and a lot more fun. You could move it on a bit. Give Aunt Mable a bazooka. Put my dad in charge of the mortar.
On second thoughts, maybe not.
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