Feels Like It's 80s Day

A rare roasting September Saturday hit, and as we received word from our mates The Triathletes, we wasted in no time in jumping out the house [our new temporary home, kindly donated to us by some extra kind mates] into the sweltering morning. Entirely ill-equipped, of course, we embarked on a fair journey over into Cheshire to watch our stoic buds storm the finishing line. No water and no map, we nearly missed them - but arrived just in time to watch Hannah belt it past us, with a huge radiating and accomplished smile. A real buzz of energy, proud tears and self achievement flooded the atmosphere and I vowed to complete this sporting challenge of my own as soon as we return. Well proud of you guys . . .

It sort of took us the day to ride home, stopping off at every shop to buy cold drinks and look for obscenely small shorts for Dan at each town's chazza shops. A glorious sweaty hour was spent thumbing through retro vinyls in Burnage's very great second hand music shop, to accumulate a nice pile of pressies for our pal Izzle Whizzle's big Three-Oh birthday bash. In a sun drenched leafy lovely garden [where we lived for those lovely months back in the Spring] - we feasted + fangled about for a great deal of happy hours. So here pictured is a line-up of the first goers to arrive. They look good don't they?