Minimal

With Ewan away at cub camp, the idea was that I'd do the shopping while M took Ellen to her swimming. Before I go, I thought, I'll just tweak the headset on the brown bike and take that little bit of play out of it. Just ... a ... little ... tight.. SNAP!

Ah, OK. I'll take the blue one and pop into Inverkeithing and get a new bolt. Hmm. That tyre's a little soft. I'll just put some air in that. Pump, pump, pump .... sssssssssssssssssssss. Fuck.

I'll just fix that puncture. Hmm. That's a big hole. OK. I'll just replace that tyre.

And 19 miles of shopping and one breakfast later I've got the bits I need to fix the headset, repair the tyre and the few inner tubes that are lying around the garage.

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The pig sheds are derelict but I've always liked the idea that they were minimally diseased. Not disease free but minimally diseased.