A noise made me lift my head where I was lying on my bed, half asleep, watching the news. Thinking it must be the wind or the gardener, I let it go. Imagine my surprise when at the very next moment, an intruder poked his furry head around the wall, and looked straight at me...
So I said, 'Hey kitty kitty,' and the furball turned tail and sped off. It was a grey Persian cat, with quite a gangly disposition (long neck, long legs, the body of a cheetah). So far I have had giant spiders, a pigeon, a squirrel (climbing up the windsill) and now Kitkat.
In other news I've not cycled since last Thursday, and my weight has ticked up to borderline 85kg. The lack of training (when I should be training harder than ever) is due to numerous factors. One is that I am distracted by the goings-on at work. Another is that a lot of people around me are sick and although I am not, I feel a bit icky. The third one is just that I'm consistently getting exceptionally low quality sleep, never mind quantity.
Need to do the Northcliff ride tomorrow. Hope Alex is well enough to join me. It's his birthday today.
Right now I am torn between going to cover Roxanne at a gala in Pretoria, and going all the way to Bloem to escape my back-breaking bed. I could probably do a nice fast bike race while there. I guess at this point I am leaning towards the Bloem thing...
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