What a rich bunch of people!
After a semi-productive day, a lunch and a long chat with my mum and a few successful meetings, I almost didn't have the energy to drag myself to Oxford Street (Oxford Street! On a Friday night!) to join a birthday celebration for a friend I met last week. I was late. I was really hungry.
And thank god I did. Such rich pickings, beautiful people, warmth and humour. And stunning raw food (or lightly steamed, for those that wanted warm). I was buoyant by the end of the evening. I practically flew up the hill on my ("my") bike and caught up with sweet Klaudia, who had tubed it, right at the end.
Now to the bike. I'm having a go on Greg's bike and I'm loving it. The gears are honey sweet and the traction is slick, like the tyres are kissing the tarmac. There's a bounce in the front but not too much weight. It's a pleasure to ride. It's a babe. I'm a little bit in love. I rejoiced in the riding of it all day yesterday, and got a taste of the difference - I've been riding a bike I just don't get along with and this feels so much better.
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