Hearbroken

My bike wouldnt start this morning. I'm not really that surprised, since it's been sat since Thursday evening without being turned over, there's been a right cold snap this weekend and this happened to me exactly before. Except that last time I came home in the evening and she started first go. Not so today, where I've tried and you can hear her sparking like mad, but the petrol just wont ignite (methinks). Coupled to this the fact that I filled her up last thursday means that there prob isnt enough air in the mix also. Arses. For some reason this is greatly upsetting me (possibly with all the other shit that life throws at you), and I just want to weep quietly and alone in a corner, or possibly with a certain someone (:-) Also, I have to stay at home tomorrow morning to sit in for the washing machine man, which clearly means I'll be late in to work, but in actual fact will be in even later if I cant start my bike and have to get the train and do a double bout of walking. Curses, curses, curses. This means it may be an early-ish morning start with a microwaved towel and a lot of warm water in an attempt to get the fuel warm enough!

I've also shifted this blog to Blogger's new thing, something I kinda object to as previously detailed since I now have to sign in with an e-mail instead of my favourite net-moniker. But otherwise it seems nice enough. Hopefully all will remain the same!

Big hello's also out to the Jane-r who apparently has managed to injure herself whilst stone-cold sober. Silly girl. Cant wait to see you again, cabbage, come home safe!

Miss you, P