Hello there and welcome to another Friday and another #PoCoLo - I'm sure the Friday's roll round ever quickly right now, and I'm not sure where the weeks go, or what I do - hopefully I'm not the only one? If you were here last week it was great to see you, thanks for joining in. If you're new here this week then it's great to see you too and Morgan and I know you'll find some great posts to read.
I've had a bit of a bike week, and not in the way I'd expect. I took it in for a service and was due to collect it on Saturday so of we walked to Halfords. MOH collected his new bike, we bumped into some friends in the queue - like you do - but my bike wasn't ready, but they promised me it would be ready the next day. So MOH cycled back home and I walked - he offered to walk with me, but I knew he was keen to try his new insurance payout bike out.
Sure enough Sunday my bike was ready, but I was having a day of domesticity and so opted to collect it Monday evening instead. You can read about my day of (almost) domestic goddess-ing as that's the post I've linked up this week. Just like when you take your car in for a service and they move your seat position, when you take your bike in they faff about with the saddle height. And let me tell you that's an even bigger pain to get right again.
When I left the shop it was a touch on the high side, so after a ride around the car park to test the height and seeing the sheer panic on my face when we stopped MOH readjusted my saddle. Only this time it was too low, so by the time we got to the traffic lights - and our next stop - I already had a pain in my knee. We tried again, too high. And again, too low.
Running short of patience I was all for walking home, but MOH is more persistent than me and so we tried twice more. We ended up cycling back a way we'd not been before - goodness knows how, it's only twenty minutes or so from our house - but I've found another hill I can cycle up. Thank you Eastcombe Avenue.
The plan was to cycle to work again this week, but it hasn't happened. It's been a bit too warm for me to cycle if I'm honest, and I'm not complaining. But I'm always aware of the fact that the journey home is uphill! Maybe next week (as long as it's not raining!)
My photo this week is another of the giant fuchsias. I was admiring its frilliness and it came off in my hand, oops. It was too pretty to just throw onto the compost heap though, they're such pretty flowers.