After last weekend, the one just gone was very quiet and restful by comparison. Good, just what I needed.
Saw the Tour de France on Saturday, climbing Ventoux. There was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing but in the end the classification remained unchanged. Brad Wiggins had a brilliant ride and finished fourth overall. Plus I've said already how impressive Lance Armstrong has been this year.
Inspired, after the stage was over we headed over to the next village, by bike of course, for a nice cool pint of cider. Somewhere along the line I (helped by next door's boy) managed to mow both front and back lawns, too, so we didn't do that badly as regards catching up with stuff.
Watched the Tour again Sunday, although with it being the last stage there's not really any racing as such. Very memorable though for the finish - Mark Cavendish was led out by George Hincapie and Mark Renshaw, and coming into the Champs Elysees they just got their line so right, that in the end Cavendish won by several lengths, with Renshaw second. It was just an explosive ten seconds and nobody was anywhere near them at the line. This is what Cavendish is so good at.
After the finish Sunday, in complete contrast to Saturday, we went down to Bournemouth for some decidedly less healthy fish and chips! Well......who can argue with a Harry Ramsden's every once in a while?
This week has been just work so far. I went to Lillywhites yesterday to get Alice some beach clothes - she and Jac are headed over to her mum's next weekend - although I'm not sure about shorts and t-shirts, I should probably have got an umbrella and some wellies!
My mum is now out of hospital and seemingly on the road to recovery. I think she's only telling me part of the story about what's going on, but at the end of the day that's her prerogative I suppose. (You can tell we're not a particularly close family!!) I was all set to have to go up there and do the dutiful son routine this coming weekend, but she's said she'd sooner I went next weekend. I suppose it doesn't make much odds to me - whenever I go it is still a thoroughly unpleasant trip. A couple of years ago Alice and I managed to fly up on a Saturday morning from Southampton, which was a little expensive but extremely convenient. But now there are only flights from Monday-Friday, so if I were to fly I'd need to take 2 days off work to do so (i.e. lose 2 days' fees). I could take the train from London I suppose, but the train costs as much as flying and either way, I'd still have the issue of not having a car once I got there. All in all, the only way seems to accept that this journey of just over 200 miles is destined to take 7 or 8 hours every time I do it.
Still, it does mean that I've got this weekend totally free! Oh, er, wait. I need to get a haircut and I need to do some maintenance on Alice's bike. And I need to try to find my bike helmet, which I couldn't find last weekend. (But I did wear my cleated bike shoes, and managed to get my feet on and off the pedals without falling off, so that was good!)