This week has been a week for putting in the scrapbook, for no other reason than to get it out of the way, not for looking back at and reminiscing on with fondness. I had a dodgy stomach after something I ate at Keith Milner's braai last weekend, (or it may have been the bottle and a half of cheap red wine I drank) which pretty much kept me in bed until Wednesday afternoon. I made a decent enough recovery to go to a casting (a type of employment I vowed to not revisit) and march around a hall like a soldier in front of the camera for 5 minutes. Hopefully the payment for the job ( if I get it), will spare me the blushes of having to use something the SADF taught me, something I never thought I would be grateful for. The amount of pain and suffering I had to endure to learn how to march, and even when I had, I still wasn't any good. I was however excellent on Wednesday, as was probably the oldest at the casting and nobody else knew how to march, what a giggle and totally ironic. When the lady in charge applauded my marching, I grinned and thought if only my old corporal could see me now.
The foul weather, plus the case of the bad gut, compelled me to not ride (which was the plan anyway), so hopefully after a short hour ride (and a drenching) today with my friend Mark Nel, my legs will be right for the long ride tomorrow, back around Cape Point with Stuart and Paul again. Don't hurt me Stu...
The Red Point Audi TT is on Sunday, but due to no TT bike, will not endevour to compete, as that would be farcical, about as farcical as the Australian batting effort. It's embarrassing.
Next weekend is our RBS Racing Team training weekend away, and am really looking forward to riding some serious k's with the team and discussing our team policies for the Spring League Racing season which starts on the 20th September. More about all of that soon...
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