Trikes and (odd) bikes.

Since my wife, Shirley, died suddenly of cancer two years ago I have been struggling uphill. My cycling blog became a therapeutic journal. Where I recorded my recovery from the shock of my loss. The house and garden needed a lot of work. So, much of the text and images were about my "improvements" and re-socialization. My purchase of an e-bike has transformed my cycling after I passed 75. More recently I have had health problems. Hopefully I have survived to tell the tale.

2 Sept 2022

2.09.2022 A broken fried egg day.

Friday 2nd 50F [8.00am] Bright sunshine from a cloudless sky. Up at 6.15. Slept well.

Spent an hour in the observatory.

9.45 63F/17C. Back from a later walk in crisp and clear sunshine. Rather too warm for a jacket. Nothing exciting to report. Not unless you like faded tabby, stray cats.

Spent most of the day in and out of the observatory.

Went shopping after lunch. Then a nap. Sent my third, ever SMS today!

Dinner was two fried eggs, fried mushrooms, baked beans and chopped tomatoes. The quick photo I took by artificial light was absolutely pathetic. I normally use flash. Pride prevents me from sharing it. I haven't had fried eggs for ages. I broke one yolk while trying to flip it too soon. Nobody is perfect.

Trikes and (odd) bikes.

2 Sept 2022

2.09.2022 A broken fried egg day.

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