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[endlessrarities]

I've just returned for my first bike ride since...  November?  October?  Well, put it this way...  It's been so long that I actually can't remember.

I did just ten miles (which is just a pootle by our standards, a mere turning over of the legs...) and I'm now shattered.  I think on top of last night's adventure with Diva, it's been a bit of a struggle.  It's my cardiovascular system that's suffered most.  The pistons are working fine, but the engine and the fuel injection system needs a bit of work.  But it's a start.  The psychological effort involved in getting the bike out (thankfully, all moving parts were working properly) and getting out has been overcome.  AND THE SUN CAME OUT!!!  That, combined with my terribly tasty courgette and mint tarlet with salad, made for a splendid morning.  Which was promptly ruined when Inattentive Me ran over a large, disgusting dog turd that some thoughtful useless dog walker had left in the middle of the cycle track (though I suppose that's better than the assorted low-life who bag their dog-poo then drape the bag over a handy branch.  Perhaps they think it's art.  Or perhaps they believe that some Celestial Cleansing Brigade will descend from on high and remove it to a better place.)

The Tudors was entertaining last night.  Catherine Howard finally had her head chopped off.  And of course there was the obligatory hanging, drawing and quartering.  Which had to be good, because it had to compete with the current leader in that field, the end of Braveheart.  I can't say how they compared: I'm squeamish at the best of times so I took refuge behind a very helpful strategically placed stuffed tiger.

Oh, boy.  I hope they stage the sinking of the Mary Rose...  I really wish I'd been a fly on the wall for that one.  To see the look on Henry's face...  (NB: I do feel sorry for the sailors, who died as a result of Henry's vanity).

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[bellakara.livejournal.com]

Frankly, if you could go back to see the look on Henry's face, you might as well take a gun with you and shoot the bastard.

Hope you recover from your bike ride.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

By that time, the damage has already been done. Letting him suffer the agony of his superating leg seems more appropriate, somehow.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's better than the assorted low-life who bag their dog-poo then drape the bag over a handy branch. Perhaps they think it's art. Or perhaps they believe that some Celestial Cleansing Brigade will descend from on high and remove it to a better place.

Some people really do seem to think that they're followed by invisible servants who will take care of all these things. I wish I could deliver their bags of poo back to their own doorsteps.

Glad you got that glorious bike ride--I'm sure the pistons and fuel injection system will recover as usage goes up :-)

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful thought! Some folk would probably not be able to get beyond their front doorsteps.

Much as I loathe unattended piles of poo, I'm reliably informed that butterflies find it a valuable source of minerals in the summertime, so when dogwalkers thoughtfully place their poo in bags, they're even preventing its use in that respect.

[faunhaert.livejournal.com]

poo is good for growing fungi too

think if you happen on a steaming hanging bag
and you see them- it'll make a better sling to poo tossing
Hey you you for got something! and let it fly?
stoopid people

you are so far ahead biking and back already
its just gotten to be morning here!

capture that sun its gonna be gone for a few days here

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

For a moment, a brief glorious moment, it felt like spring.

It's getting bloomin' cold now though, but the good news is that only the high ground's getting the snow these days. Fingers crossed it stays that way...

[lblanchard.livejournal.com]

I'll bet hills were involved in your ride. I did about the same distance but the course was flat as a pancake and I rarely broke 10mph.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

I can't even claim a moral victory on that front. I had two 'ramps' as opposed to hills, and one sprint where I felt obliged to get out of the way quick for an Awfully Nice and Understanding Motorist.

There wasn't even a headwind from hell...

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

...low-life who bag their dog-poo then drape the bag over a handy branch

EWewewewew! There isn't enough gross for that! That isn't something I've seen over here, thank gods, or not yet anyway. How disgusting is that?

::thinks:: Of courses, if you're the type to burn a bag of poo on someone's front step, that would make that very easy. Of course, it's supposed to be a paper bag but... and how would I know, you ask? ::looks innocent:: I read about it somewhere, yeah, that's it.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

They're always plastic. Sometimes they're red, sometimes green, grey or black. Or even see-through.

Bleaugh!!!

I'm relieved to hear that the good ole U.S. of A. remains in the realms of civilised folks as far as the removal of dog poo's concerned...

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

That may be about the only thing I can think of wherein we're more civilized. Except that I understand you can't get tootsie roll pops over there. *shudder* Not that I eat them often but to not be able to get them.

[gghost.livejournal.com]

I have to admit that I have never seen actual hanging bags of the stuff, but walking the trails through and around our town can be quite an adventure re unexpectedly encountered doggy leavings as well.