Y'know, it's been a strange week. You'll have noticed that apart from anything else, it's been freakin' hot here in the UK. This is bizarre even for this time of year. People are dying...of heat...in Britain.
Clearly then, we're in BizarroWorld.
Which kinda represents the week I've had. Things have been going not just well, but crazy-well.
Jefferson has gone through the roof. The day-job is going almost swimmingly. And my job as PRO with the Dowlais Male Choir has brought almost unexpected success this week - press mentions and broadcast bits.
The only plate in my world that has pretty much fallen and smashed to smithereens has been the Disappearing plate. I'll make no bones about this - tomorrow's weigh-in is - to quote Greg Proops, of whose podcasts I'm currently listening to a yearsworth) - "gonna suck major man-bag". But tomorrow, there's going to be a shift in focus. I haven't biked for a good long while, because, apart from anything else, I don't want to be one of the people who dies of the heat. And frankly I still haven't got back on my wagon.
That changes tomorrow. Simple as...as they say around here. Tomorrow we get back on every track simultaneously, and we spin those plates...rather than filling them.
Forward!
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