Birthday

This morning I intended to ride Rosie and lead George. It soon became apparent that this wasn't going to work, George had his turbo working and Rosie didn't. So George had a lighter than planned day and Rosie went around the block, using a big hill for a bit of fitness.

Back home, Gorgeous walked the dogs in the rain whilst I got ready for my 25hr shift. 

Oh... And it's my birthday. I'm 6. I'll not divulge the number before that.