THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT

Felicitations and fond greetings Blogbuddies from Englandshire in general and Lincolnshire in particular. At first glance Lincolnshire appears as flat and inviting as a pint of "Old Witches Tit" real ale, however a second sneaky peek reveals a county which makes Royston Vasey look like a cosmopolitan metropolis. Unfortunately further observations are rendered impossible by the sound of twanging banjos and the slap of webbed feet on cobbled highways. This truly is the land that time forgot.

Anyway I digress, I was in Ingerlund to work but took the opportunity to call in on PRINCESS and check up on her fitness levels. Since her departure, the office has become a far safer and indeed a far quieter place. Safer because there in no longer a risk of tripping over the tongues of drooling sycophants formerly crawling around her desk: quieter because no-one is nagging my ass off on a daily basis. Prior to my arrival PRINCESS has mentioned something about a blowout and a spare tyre and, dear readers, I can confirm that when we met, PRINCESS was most definitely carrying a spare tyre - freak! Anyway I was treated to a couple of hours riding round land flat enough to see a lynch mob coming for miles but I am happy to report, we did so at a speed which ensured we could later scoff curry and chocolate without guilt.

Now you will be aware BUNTERBOY is recovering from major surgery and, for ongoing health reasons, has regrettably and reluctantly decided to withdraw from the ride. That aside, the Boy clambered back on the bike and poured himself into his spanking new kit. Now it would be rude of me to suggest that 10 weeks of little exercise had taken its toll but it had and, resembling a jelly wrapped in clingfilm, he still managed a creditable performance - freak! It wont be long til he is whipping my ass, again.

BABYREINSBOY and I have managed a couple of rides; the most memorable being when we decided it was big and it was clever to cycle in gale force winds. Creditably we found we were fitter than we realised but scarily the Met Check revealed the wind had been gusting at speeds of up to 75 mph. I celebrated by eating pie, he celebrated by going for another ride then swimming in the North Sea - freak.

Righty ho, less than 4 weeks to the ride and another one of our team has apparently withdrawn. I saw apparently because he has not had the courtesy to reply to any mail, text or phone calls deciding instead to tell BUNTERBOY in passing that he couldn't do it. That leaves us short of a driver/chef and the full range of culinary delights he had promised to bring with him. However PER ARDUA etc, the search is on for a replacement and I'll let you know how we get on. TTFN.