Bursting

some time next month, it will be entirely possible and highly advisable to walk in to a bookstore and pick up a well observed diligently written widely quoted hardback, ok so far not worth holding the front page for; 'bookstore offers book for sale' but look closely at the cover of one in particular, the one with a series of figures with binoculars and observe closer still the author, a certain david b jones. that people we have never met or will probably never know will pour over the pages, reflect and maybe even act on the contents is almost voyuristic, david's words will penetrate the offices and boardrooms of dubai and beyond.

- see someone with the book
- honesy being a twit at home
- inspiration from bike
- toilet read

if you check out the blog linked to this one; 'seemed like a good idea at the time' you will see the aforementioned progress of the two-wheeled geriatrics on their pursuit of the famous john o groats to lands end, not the fastest or indeed remarkable in any public way but so far 750 miles of this island have been peddled by a couple who never peddled before, while the average 60 and 50 odd is contemplating a quite afternoon in the garden these two are slicked up in manmade fibres doggedly following a goal they didn't know until a month ago they had.

if its possible to be actually bursting with pride, then i consider myself suitably and deliciously deflated

Does absence make the heart grow fonder or is it out of sight out of mind

when you get married you dont plan to spend long stretches of time apart, it isnt generally in the big scheme of things. it doesnt always work out how you plan though. there are benefits to this situation, if your partner is the type to leave the top off the toothpaste of load the loo paper the wrong way on the holder (always under never over) then you can live in glorious perfection of secure tops and correct 'foxy mega'



4 months of living on different continents i am qualified to say is utterly rubbish.

so weighing up the twin faces of the being apart coin, it falls on absence makes the heart grown fonder, husband is neither out of sight nor out of mind

weekends away
watch trash tv

hang on to your hat

it comes to something when the boot thats on the other foot is not a cute kitten heel number perfect for the cooling days of autumn but the sinking feeling of worrying about the wellbeing and safety of your own parents while they embark on a 'trip of a life time'

this ill conceived journey took all of 10 minutes to be spat in to life, a further few minutes of hasty planning and then an intense interlude of purchasing and general gadgetry. the details of this endeavour are simple, they will cycle from john o groats to lands end. it bears mentioning that neither of them have any substantial, nay, any cycling history behind them. mum has a very nice ladies shopper with   basket, until recently this languished in the storage minus its saddle. she has a couple of years non-cycling on neil, but i am sure its a decent handful of decades since he climbed on anything two wheeled that didn't have the full compliment of ccs.

their daily blog is at least reassurance they are not languishing, lycra clad, in a ditch, but god forbid they are late in its delivery i am a mess of anxiety. are they safe, warm enough, have they eaten, applied sufficient sudacrem to their nether regions etc i just cant get behind gordon ramsey and his supposed kitchen nightmares (dubbed in italian) when i don't know if they've hung their high vis vests up for the night or are still battling against the wind uphill in the armpit of scotland my mum channeling her repertoire of verbal vulgrities in 3 languages.

no there is nothing for a daughter to do, but cut the apron strings and let them fly, now.....flying john o groats to lands end, thats a journey i can hang my hat on.