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.
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