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And so, after many false starts – briefly riding with Mike in the Cévennes before returning to London and getting swallowed by the day job, trying again in November and surviving the embarrassment of crashing and being picked up off the roundabout by the Brunswick Centre by a French tourist only to then fracture something unpronounceable in my foot while walking around Kew Gardens to name but two (with complete disregard to punctuation) – training eventually started. 418 more words
HUNGER, laziness and boredom were the lethal trifecta which compelled me to seek culinary advice from the Google Gods last week.
In a last ditch attempt to breathe life into an uneventful Thursday evening, I desperately typed “restaurants near me”. 396 more words