There was no cake for the saddlebag.... well, I only found out yesterday that he was coming! So, just half a dozen sossidges, half a pound of mousetrap and some flapjack that I made while we were watching the tracker working out which was he'd come in
Steve's plan was always for his visit here to be a real flyer, so there was less to do than usual and I got a good three hours sleep before waking up to get the coffee on and then another hour or so once he was on his way before it was time to get Cubs and me ready for school.
Deano probably deserves the medal, mind, having come down from Darlo so that he could ride out to meet TG and guide him in. We sat watching the tracker and predicting routes until that 'It's going to be Wiggy Road!' moment and then he nipped out to find TG, rode back here and ran a rag over the bike etc before setting off to try and charm his way onto the very last train north (East Coast Virgin) without a bike reservation or face the prospect of a bit of a ride home before going to work today. Fortunately the charm worked!
