Riding the Waves to Eternity: Hangin’ with the Cosmic Surfer

No news is…

…good news, right?

On the day pubs, clubs and restaurants were shut throughout the UK, I spent a lot of it sitting outside in the sun, smiling and waving at neighbours. I revised an old short story, and sorted out my exercise bike.

It isn’t a ‘proper’ exercise bike; it’s my bicycle which has its back wheel fixed into a frame that turns it into an exercise bike, but you get the idea. I’m out of condition, but if I can do 15 minutes, then 20 minutes, then half an hour most days it will be worth it.

I’m not sorry not to be going to the pub because I almost never do these days. If I can get it I ought to order some more crystal malt and make some beer up as my last batch is dwindling. There are some odds and ends to do around the house and I’ll try and get on with them.

I know things can change, and I never forget Mum’s warning don’t tempt fate. But so far so good.