Doing it.

I finally did it, after asking Katherine's parents permission (I'm kinda old fashioned, if you haven't already guessed) at Christmas, I proposed on Wednesday the 14th of April. Inbetween the tears (of joy, I hope) she said yes and made me the happiest man in Yorkshire.
We then had a lovely couple of days in the Dales, walking in the sun and actually feeling the desire to take proper photographs again. It feels great to have good news for people, all that need to know have been told so now it gets told to the general nothingness of the internet in general.

Secret treasures.

Arse.

If you ever get a knock at the door and some nice gentleman is saying he has just accidentally scratched your car and he is very sorry, he is basically owning up in the knowledge you will be too nice for your own good and let him off without paying or any further action.
Well I say make the bugger pay.
No-one has hit my car but someone sure took a lump out of me today.

Sometimes I love my job

Words I never thought I would say. I'm not really the romantic type who believes I have found my calling in life but I've never been this happy in a job before.

For the past week I've had some kind of crazy flu, it didn't keep me off work but when I got home all I did was have tea and crawl into bed. Today it feels like it maybe leaving me but have zero energy and it has heavily impacted on the amount of training I've done, i.e done sweet f*** all.
There are circuit races starting in a couple of weeks, a TT at the end of the month and my first BC race in exactly a month, right now I'm struggling to even imagine riding my bike fast. Hopefully the miles will start rolling by again this week and Mr Bob Jackson will give me a call to tell me my frame is ready.