Targeted

Well, he could hardly miss from that range but luckily the water ran out and once refilled he'd lost interest. Just in case though, I said my goodbyes, got back on the bike and pedalled home into a warm, drying breeze.

Spent the morning getting the spare room ready for Jack's visit. Turns out there was no real rush however because I got the dates wrong and he's not arriving until Wednesday. Ah well, gives an extra day's testing for the airbed.

Then it was out on the bike again but not before I had another half-hour's practice in the deserted garage (extra). Reminds me of Sundays learning to drive in the deserted Sighthill industrial estate.