Look, can you see that really bright thing in the sky… don’t look too close cos you’ll hurt your eyes, but remember this day children… that’s called
“sunshine”
I never thought I’d see this day… . if only my poor mum were alive, she’d be speechless. I remember stories from when I was a child on my Grandad’s knee. Amazing stories of “short trousers”, the terrors of sun burn, can you imagine, being burnt by seeing too much sun, and the magical “sunblock cream” in its brightly colored bottle… you’d wipe it all over yourself to protect your skin
If only I could!
This soul destroying, life draining, no prospect, time wasting crap I currently do for a ‘living’ is getting me down somewhat.
Worse still, I can only hope to have enough money to pay for repairs to the Cat because of problems that suddenly surfaced after attaching a pair of hot grips.
Yes it was a beautiful day and I don’t work on Fridays so I went for a little ride out Box Hill way and didn’t even need my heated grips on should have taken my sun glasses though.
It happened again this afternoon. About 3pm I think. Absolutely unreal. Bizarre, a freak of nature. I jumped on the bike and caned it. The roads were a pale, light greyish sort of colour, my visor stayed clean. yeeehaaa. I went to Boxhill. I was alone there. Went home, smiling.
I cleaned the bike and ACF-50’d it again. Nice to have had the time to do so. Then today I had a nice ride and got out a bit. Walking on Sunshine Wahooooo, walking on Sunshine arooooo.
