Faced with the possibility of another day of inclement weather (read really shit), Rob and I have chosen to meet up at Gordano motorway services tomorrow at 13h00 and get piss wet through in a road train of artics rather than trying to double guess the twisties without the benefit of decent vision.
Discovered that for some reason my Tom Tom is not charging in its cradle on the handle bars... So it's on charge up in the room.
With two pints of Stella inside me my face feels like it's radiating nuclear waste. Sims has a bottle of red in front of her and is claiming knackeredness. Life is good. I hope to hell my squelchy-soaked boots dry.
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