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01/16/2006: "Ships that pass in the night"

Soundtrack: Easyworld - Kill the Last Romantic
Mood: A bit lonely

It's been one of those weeks. Our big project deadline at work is at the end of the month, so I worked 52 hours last week, including 6 hours on saturday (my standard week is 37.5). What little weekend was left was mostly spent servicing the CG125 and finally fitting the new ignition coil to (hopefully) bring the reliability issues to an end. It certainly seemed so when it fired up first kick this morning. All was good until the handling started getting a bit wayward about three miles short of the office. That'll be a rapidly deflating rear tyre then, courtesy of a nice wood screw. In my last post I reported that trying to kickstart a dead bike for half an hour has a tendency to reduce you to a sweaty mess. I can now add that walking three miles in full winter gear has a very similar effect.

I'm now sat at home on my own because Sarah's just left for work. As part of her graduate scheme with 'a certain Derbyshire-based car manufacturer' she has to spend 8 weeks on the line, four of which are on the night shift. I think it's going to be very strange, particularly with me working long days, as we will probably only see each other for an hour or so at each end of the day.

On the bright side, we had another damn good time at Rock City on Saturday. It is now functioning as our weekly exercise - dancing on and off for five or six hours. I seem to have lost the ability to dance without bouncing around the place crazily!

1 Comment:

reply: Roo - Wednesday, January 18th

Working nights is just wierd - I've just had breakfast and have now got all afternoon to myself but then the time that I want to have free (when you're here) I have to bugger off to work. V.Strange.

Poor CG. I hope he is going to be a happy bike and behave himself for a while. However, I expect his MOT will soon stir up another round of internet parts ordering and Sundays with greasy paws. Ne'ermind eh, he's worth it!