Well, that was different.
I rode 30km on Crusty's bike with the dodgy headset to the House of Fine Coffee, in the cold rain. Torslanda was already in residence, Fine Coffee was supped, and then I had a happy time getting introduced to n+1, a saucy French Mixte-Fixte who shall henceforth be known as Joan (of arc). Because there's a lot of shiny metal on her. Also because I know at least one superb Joan who is also very pretty indeed.
So that was nice.
Someone was late. And later. Then very late. The only answer was to do a bike ride to the pub (it's what he would have wanted) and if Someone was dead in the ditch, well, at least we'd have had a bike ride. It was nippy on the way out, we didn't talk much (controlling that dodgy headset takes a lot of concentration, and I was fretting like a fool) but it was, actually, a fine night for a ride, 'specially on the way back, with the wind behind us. Very, very dark, and I know now how much better my Hope light is than Crusty's CatEye.
Torslanda, crusty and CrinklyLion were at the pub, tucking in, when we arrived for Chips and Beer (rather a lot of the latter, oops) and when CL had peeled me off the ceiling it was a nice evening. A very pleasant change to have Torslanda along, he hurt his knee riding with me and Joan round the block so was on foot. Good beer. Good chips.
At the last moment we found out our absent friend wasn't dead, and that was good too.
We went back to tiermat's to collect Joan, and that was the pubbe run for this week. Thursday nights have become a lot more eventful since we started doing this.
