So much to do, so little time.

Only 1 working day left before I catch the train to Truro to meet up with the other members of the team and what am I doing? Pottering contentedly around the house, profoundly relaxed, fine tuning my packing and giving the bike its final fettle and then enjoying a gentle couple of hours through the lanes on said bike and generally feeling like a man who is at one with the world and in control of his affairs? Well, no ... I am running around like a blue-arsed fly practicing the art of brinkmanship on several fronts simultaneously. It isn't all down to my indolence and lack of organisational skills; I think I have just been unlucky with a number of external factors like, for example, discovering that my laptop is playing up, only performing when it feels like it; I am relying on it to maintain my blog on the ride. My mobile phone has also started to reveal an agenda all of its own – unbeknown to me I have apparently called a number of hapless souls in the middle of the night recently and deleted key messages. Then the new shoes I bought for the trip are too small so I will have to resurrect a pair I threw out for recycling having stripped off the cleats. I haven't even started to pack, I'm not entirely confident I know where everything is either. Look at the time – it's almost 4.00 am and why am I writing all this? AAAARRGGHH!!! (dramatic orchestral crescendo). Don't miss the next exciting episode of "The Weasecl That Went Out Of Its Mind"