I guess they happen from time to time, days like these.
So it turns out my bike is too big for me. Which means either I am shorter than I was in 2004 when I bought it (unlikely), or they sold me a bike that is to large. Whodda thought! Nothing is EVER too big for me! How do you make a bike smaller? Well, sadly, the answer does not involve a hacksaw, superglue and some duct tape.
And then I went to swimming. Thought I'd start early and practice some tumble turns. The rest of the people then couldn't train because ALL the water is now inside my sinuses. Except for the 10 litres or so that is in my ears.
And then I cooked my dinner ad burned my finger. Kat lives too far away and it is fricken cold!
But on a bright note, dinner was delicious, and next month I'll be able to drive through Paris, in a sportscar, with the warm wind in my hair....
Might skip the sportscar though, have you seen how those Parisians drive?
Till next time!
love
Ironmaiden
Hi Alice - are you gonna make it to the UK as well?
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