Who needs mechanical wheels

Whilst sitting in a contrary meeting with a man who was over an hour late + resembled without any doubt, strikingly similar characteristics to one of the obscene line-ups in The League of Gentlemen, it suddenly occurred to me how I was going to transport 24ft of MDF from the the DIY superstore in Burnage to our backgarden in Northenden. The Saw ! This brainwave saw me confidently sliding up the scale from the 6mm option, to the 9mm one. And out there in the sun filled carpark, I created my workshop. Two trollies pulled together + my bicycle wedged in to stop them rolling apart, and to work I got. Gliding through the wood like butter, my saw that I'd cycled over with poking high up out of my bag was proving to be a stoic machine of slicing into magical smaller squares that I was hoping to fit snuggly under my arm- until a shadow appeared; a vision of a cordless jigsaw was hovering above my vibrating wood like some beautiful bird. As I turned around, I was greeted by another character who also strongly resembled some smiling but sinister figure from the above mentioned TV show. "Go, on love" he nudged, "give yerself a break". It would have been rude to decline his offer, but I really was having a great time with my saw. I humoured him; sliced through one strip + gratefully returned his time saving machine, trying not to reveal that in fact I was quite scared of him.

Featured in picture#2; bound + ready. My smugness quickly faded however around 1l2 mile up the road when that extra 3mm I'd bullishly upgraded to started pulling me to the ground with a ferocious determined great weight. But the trees were twinkling and so was the sun + I was happy to embark on intermittent surges of riding and then hobbling. Riding and then hobbling.