tony
23-08-2005, 06:55 PM
Saturday morning 6.30 and the cycling fanatic slips out of his bed without waking his wife and tip toes to the bathroom, where he puts on his pink lycra and bike shoes.
From there he goes to the garage where he pumps up his tyres.
Opening the garage door the icy wind and driving hail and sleet strike him in the face.
Not wanting to be too hasty he decides to listen to the weather forecast first.
The forecast is dramatic sleet, snow, black ice, hail, gale force winds ... finally he decides to go back to bed.
He undresses and slips into bed and snuggles up to his wife and says "You can't believe how bad the weather is".
Where upon his half awake wife says
"Can you believe that my idiot husband has gone cycling today?"
From there he goes to the garage where he pumps up his tyres.
Opening the garage door the icy wind and driving hail and sleet strike him in the face.
Not wanting to be too hasty he decides to listen to the weather forecast first.
The forecast is dramatic sleet, snow, black ice, hail, gale force winds ... finally he decides to go back to bed.
He undresses and slips into bed and snuggles up to his wife and says "You can't believe how bad the weather is".
Where upon his half awake wife says
"Can you believe that my idiot husband has gone cycling today?"