Cracking Up

... or a Fractured Sort of Day.

Goes like this.

Put broken spoked cross wheel onto back of commuter to drop off at bike shop
A mile from home mudguard snaps
Re-use zip ties that were holding cross tyre on to hold 'guard in place
Have to carry cross wheel in hand
Notice almighty grand canyon in the rim of the back wheel on the commuter
Ride gingerly to work (via bike shop with other wheel) happy that I've got the parts at home to build the new commuter wheels
Have horrible day at work (it is ever thus when about to go on holiday and even more so when babysitting projects for other people currently on holiday)
Ride gingerly home, late (via bike shop to pick up fixed cross wheel)
Eat
Iron
Do dishes
Clean bathroom
Fail to fix leak under sink
Clean out car for travelling north on Saturday and re-attach cross wheel after popping the tyre back on
Watch bits of Newcastle's match with Benfica While doing all above
Get knock on the door at 11pm, neighbour has fallen in his kitchen and do we have spare keys, we don't, I offer help in getting the door knocked in, but they've got everything in hand
Package up a load of eBay stuff I sold
Post it
Speak to cop guarding house as joiner blocks up knocked in kitchen door to determine which hospital neighbour will have gone to (he has no family that we know of, so I want to check he's okay and see if he needs anything)
Soon sleep, but up early to get to work early to have another horrible day before finally escaping (probably late) to go on holiday.

Haven't stopped all day - even lunch was out getting Mel's contact lenses from the optician. Not even thought about packing yet. Cracking up? You betcha.