Fat Bloke on a Bike

Well the good news is that post the in depth analysis and re-configuration of the bike saddle the major knee nobbling problem has now gone.  Completely.  As I have written before, careful adjustment of the saddle height / tilt and fore / aft position has done the trick.  That includes fixing Hairy Melon's chocolatey problem simply 'cos my saddle was originally set too high at the back to stop ma boys at the front from complaining but that just shoved my grundies into her puckered lips.  Imagine squeezing someones cheeks especially if they had a gobful of chocolate and banana.  Yeah. Now that the saddle is set right the only problem now is that ma boys, you know - the Chuckle Brothers - do the 'to me - to you' routine with a bloody medicine ball every time I set off.  They're occasionally nipped in the ankles [ooohh!] by Balloon Dog who is now trapped hard up against the tip of the saddle.  Well that's what it feels like.   However after approx 5 m...

Bread.  I love it.  Eating a loaf of bread a day is no problem if I don't consciously put my foot on the brake pedal.  If I can I’ll turn everything into sandwiches.   Every possible combination of cooked meats / cheeses with every combination of salad and relishes.  Fish finger and chip butties, absolutely.  Crisps sarnies?  Yup!  Bread and gravy too.  With soup - always of course.  Yum!   But not just the standard stuff troughed by normal folk.  If I can put it between two slices just before I chomp it then it’s fair game.  Breakfast / lunch / dinner / supper.  2 slices of bread with a slice of toast between?  Smothered with dripping?  Meat pie sandwiches anyone?  Bread and butter puddings!   And so on.  If you can think of something edible I’ve probably had it between two slices of bread.  Wot?  A cheese 'n Riccall sandwich?  No no no… NOT one of them.  Yes, I can easily...