Lazy Sunday Afternoon!

Barry Knows Best, Peaslake, Surrey, Today.

I know, I know! What the hell is Barry Knows Best I hear you asking! Ok.....It is the name of a length of single track going down the side of Holmbury Hill into Peaslake Village, Surrey.
I was up there this afternoon with my bike and no one else. Lee was busy today, besides, I don't think he would've gone anyway, as the weather was pretty bad! Basically, it has rained (poured more like) all over the South East of England for the whole day! And it was windy.....but the temp was perfect for mountain biking.
I was only out for 1 and a half hours. I saw one other cyclist and he was, like me, absolutely soaking wet & very very muddy! I had it up my back, up my front, up my nose, over my shins, in my eyes (even though I was wearing glasses), and in my mouth too!
It was sooo refreshing being out in all that rain & mud. Much better than Leith Hill last Friday night, even though it wasn't raining at the time.
I took a few pics and I think in it you can see all the mud over me. That photo is of me halfway down Barry Knows Best. You can't see the rain I don't think. Sooo refreshing:) I made a nice cheese & ham with Dijon Mustard sandwich and thoroughly enjoyed that when I finally got back to the car.
When I got home, I learned that the waterproof seat covers I put in the car aren't actually waterproof! The car needs a wash, the bike needs a wash, I needed a wash, My clothes needed a wash. Everything needed a wash;)

I am back home now, all nice and warm and am cooking dinner. I do apolagize if I seem to go on with my cycling! It must get a tad boring after a while. Oh, My ankle was back to "normal" this morning:) It happens like that.....all the time! Somedays I can't walk one inch, other days I feel I could climb Mt Everest. But most days are somewhere inbetween. I thank my Mum & Dad for that. They were very protective of me as a child! I know younger Haemophiliacs who need wheelchairs!

On another note though......I have been having some fun on the Hep C Forum these past few days:) A few of us on there have been kind of writing the script for a Hep C Movie:) All in the name of fun. It was just like being at school again. I haven't written anything since double English back in 1986! I have written a few poems over the years but nothing else. Oh, sometimes I jot down my dreams if they are particularly memorable. I do Love dreams & nightmares. Sometimes when I am asleep, I am woken by something, a noise outside my bedroom window. My flat is well away from the road and is pitch black too! I always sleep with my window open whatever the weather. I am frozen in place on my warm mattress. I can't even move my head around to look at the window. I wait a few minutes, eyes wide open, staring horrified at the ceiling. I need to look to my left towards the window. My eyes are getting acustomed to the dark by now. I am afraid I will make too much noise with my head rubbing on the pillow as I turn! Almost waiting now for the empty mattress between me and the window to depress slightly with the slow moving weight of a strange figure. I am convinced that someone has climbed in through my bedroom window and is slowly, quietly standing on the edge of my bed! I stop breathing! All I can hear now is my blood pumping through my veins! My feet are the proverbial mile away, My hands have left my body and have disappeared completely! From somewhere, I manage to look at the window, I see my garish curtains against the dark of the night outside. There is nothing there! But I did hear something! Slowly but surely, I prize myself out from under my duvet and walk up to the curtains. All I can see is a very faint light coming from outside, My one single hand raising slowly up to the curtain. I make a tiny sliver of space to look through......nothing there! I lean my face right up against the glass to make certain there is no one out there! The trees are moving in the wind and nothing else! I still have to check the rest of the flat to see that all is well and there isn't anyone hiding! Only now can I tip-toe back into bed and stare at the light coming in through the curtains again, imagining a figure standing there! I move my eyes around to see properly. Nothing happening. Now, finally, I can go back to sleep and find my most favorite place ever!

This happens several times a year. Every time is the same! I am pretty sure that if someone did climb in through my window like that.......I would be useless! I'd like to think that I would behave in a slightly different manner!

Sleep well,

Jason