I will say in my defence that I only learnt to swim when I was nearly 40 (thank you for not pointing out that that was 20 years ago), and I NEVER learnt to ride a bike - are tri-trikes allowed?
Which only leaves me to get my fat årse out the door and plod again. I stopped after a promising start when changes at work robbed me of my mojo, followed by money worries, car worries, pre-Christmas anxiety, yadda yadda yadda...
but things are marginally brighter now, so I must take advantage of this lovely springlike weath...
Anyway, briefly, welcome Mathschick - you're doooomed. I loved Dave Allan in his time, and I enjoyed the odd snippets on the box, and one of my clients has got the complete boxed set of On The Buses, which I can only watch from behind the sofa, it's so cringeworthy
I'm a care worker, Peter, and normally on a Thursday I see one client to help him get ready for the day, then I go on to spend the rest of the day at an activity centre which is closed for the holidays.
And my work partner this morning was a damn sight more attractive than the usual herbert