Slowlycatchymonkey

Might go out on the BSA tomoz. Might even take a pic. No promises

Get this for a long NHS waiting list- One of my sons has always had ants in his pants. Basically undiagnosed ADHD. This has never bothered any of us as he a very happy, positive, energy filled ball of life. However at uni working at a higher academic level the lack of concentration is effecting him as we suspected it would so went to the GP last May for a referral. So one year on I email to check where he is on the waiting list. Apparently they didn’t receive this referral until October and have said - It’s approx 18 months to get ‘triaged’ then you go on another list for assessment which is 18-24 months after which if diagnosed you go on a ‘new patient’ list for which the wait is in excess of 5 years. So a total of 8 to 8 1/2 years. WTAF

I looked at those helmet carry straps, essentially a long bit of webbing with the corresponding ratchet end to fit your lid but I don't think I could be bothered to carry it when I'm not using it.

Hope theres a season two.

Decided to make this mornings walk to the tiny 'high street' next to where I live. I've not been there other than to drive through for years due to it being down at heel and not having anything useful in it - four estate agents, three pubs, two funeral parlours and six - yep six barbers. It's changed a bit around here since I last ventured out. As I walked along passing people said "Good Morning" and smiled.. WTAF where have the miserable ne'er-do-wells gone? There are now three cafes in the high street, quite full of people (who look like they have a wash every now and then) enjoying a cup of tea or breakfast chatting away. And BONUS theres now a butcher.. a BUTCHER a really bloody live (or mostly dead) butchers. I know where I'm walking tomoz, there will be thick cut fat marbled steaks at the end of this rainbow.

Current shoei is 5 years old, no intention of replacing it yet. It has minor monkey damage, managed without the aid of live monkeys and a simple bit of gravel.

Loved it. Gently amusing. Mr Slowly enjoyed it too.

Wow she’s a lot taller than you then?

You’re far more likely to have experience living off a prostitutes earnings. Or at least bagging up dead ones.

3.5 - 4 A pair of walking boots I’d completely forgotten turned up in one of the store tidy ups and had been left by the front door. I saw them and wondered whose child was in the house

They seem to be the boot of choice amongst my cronies but sadly don’t make them small enough for me. Heyho.

Would be fine if they provided an override option if the vehicles not actually unsafe. Before you tapped override you would have to read a list of potential faults and the complications. They could even give advice on speed, temp, revs, distance or whatever that is ok cos it’s not always realistic to sit in the middle of nowhere.

I would have got off the motorway

Sorry I’ve missed all this stuff. So you got it all cleared up and there was stuff missing?! Does Paco know?

Why thankyou

probably not but if I asked them if they wanted to motorbike to Canada I guarantee they’d all say yes

Yep, just more stuff to go wrong.

So long as it’s not the ‘no data no sat nav’ woman thats dandy

Yer she’s a cool one!

It does!

Absolutely, three days would have been far more civilised. If it had been just me it would have been three but there were requests to keep it short due to time off work, wanting it condensed to include bank holidays and eating into the Schengen 90 day allowance. Some were up for doing it in one day

So true, if it’s too slow I switch off from the riding and feel like I’m driving a car it’s far more tiring than a little speed. After the city detour I stuck the ‘no nav no phone data’ person behind me and told them if they got lost (hard when I’ve got them in my mirror) then they must stop and put their hand straight up in the air and let someone behind with satnav go in front. Fortunately the woman at the back is superb group rider and it was really good to know she was there!

Mostly it went well regards to staying together. I did have to keep pulling over though because there was one rider that was slower and it kept splitting the group into two to the extent I lost sight of them for too long . The route on the first day from the ferry was too complicated. It was a pain to have to concentrate on the many, many turns and just increased the chances of losing someone. After that I altered the routes and it was dandy. The thing I struggled with was getting people back on their bikes after a break. I now understand why the lead person just gets on their bike and goes, it’s a silent kick up the arse! I also struggled a bit to find joy riding at the lower speeds. There probably are more bike pics, lots were taken, they just haven’t surfaced yet!

One more evening of multiple courses, fine wines, cheeses and lots of laughing, the next day we start the journey back to the ferry. This was a tough day. We had stayed up late, used up all our fun tokens and were tired before we even headed off to our first stopover approx 6 hours away (at thats without adding in any breaks n fuelling). Cue the one person who ignored the request to make sure you have a phone with plenty of data that works in France and Switzerland or some sort of sat nav getting split up from the group and completely lost. This led to 1-2 hours circling back and fourth in the shittiest section of the journey in very jammed traffic trying to find them. It was hot, everyones clutch’s were having a good ol’ workout in the stop, start and stop traffic and the frustration of finally getting to the guessed location and not seeing the missing person was starting to get the best of everyone. After a very broken call and a dropped pin being sent by nabbing some free wifi we were reunited. On the left - Miss Lost n Clueless in Geneva and at the very back a rider about to pelt accross the car park and throttle the guilty party With some whip cracking we made it to the only supermarket in Gien still open on a Saturday evening with just 10 mins to spare (who knew a lot of France shuts at Saturday lunch time ) then over to ‘Villa Hotel’ which was in the style of a Spanish Motel, cheap at £33 a person, with parking right outside your door, very clean, smelling of fresh linen with copious amounts of very hot water and decent water pressure Everyone collapsed into bed after an 11 hour day but they were all up ready to go early. Which is good as this is ferry day and so far we’ve missed all our daily eta’s by hours! The next day we make good time. The slower group member has sped up, no one gets lost, everyone follows the instructions to fuel up at each stop regardless of whether they think they should or not, everyone DID pick up ambient food at the supermarket to speed things up and everyone is getting back on their bikes quickly after stops - miracle! We get one stopping point away from the port and have made such good time there’s hours to spare! As it’s Sunday afternoon and the supermarket’s shut, we decide to take a longer break and a classy style impromptu late lunch sitting on the car park floor. The tarmac is warm, the food and sun is having a very soporific effect. One by one in this warm deserted spot everyone succumbs to a snooze in the sun, who knew the a car park could be so comfortable. Someone kindly took a pic of me with my waterproofs round my knee’s dozing like a hobo waiting for an ambulance, friends ay We arrive at the ferry fairly happy. One of the group has spent the whole week saying they’d like a smoke while waiting for the ferry (even though they gave up 20 years ago), some snacking saucisson sec was handed around to see if that would fit the bill.. although nowadays it’s classed as being as carcinogenic as smoking I then realise we all left reality behind long ago As usual we can’t go to our cabins as the turnaround is so fast they are still being cleaned.. but the bars open.. what a brilliant last night on the ferry together. Usually at the end of a group trip everyone is a bit tired of each others company and just want to get home but there was something in the air and the announcement of a silent disco in the bar had two of the less inhibited in the group up and dancing in an instant. It was so very funny to watch their moves on a silent dance floor, soon others were joining in and a bit of vino later the silent disco wasn’t quite so silent anymore with raucous singing and even some of an initially rather sneery group of men unable to hold back getting headphones on and joining in, sometimes people just about manage to get out of their own way and have a good time The next morning we aren’t so chipper. We say goodbye on the vehicle deck as there’s not really a pulling over point after security. Little did we know as we trickled off in different directions all focused on getting ourselves home that one group member had been detained by counter-terrorism who wanted to know why she had been near the Afghan border last year, fortunately he had just obtained his full bike license so the conversation was mostly taken up with what his first big bike should be Fini.

Another four course meal and a good nights sleep meant the next day everyones up for a ride over to a different side of Lake Genveva where three of the crazier in the group who are into open water swimming can freeze their tits off in 11 degree water! I had a nice cup of tea at the cafe and watched from the sidelines Nut jobs Then back for a warm up, pick up the minibus over to Yvoire. A beautiful place with a 14th century medival town. Of course a lot of parts are far more modern.. as recent as the 17th century Saw this tree and immediately thought of Michelle The clear water and bright greens and blues there were beautiful. Even if the sunlight made me squint hard