The combination of the start of spring and the fact that I have been feeling sorry for myself due to my weight and lack of fitness, has spurred me on to start cycling.  It started last Saturday with a leisurely 10 miles down the beach and around the town. During the week Simon joined me for a 9 mile round trip to Clevelys and I started this morning off with another 11 miles. Look here's the proof http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=819049 Unfortunately any health benefits have been counteracted by the mammoth amounts of crap I have been eating. So that's the next thing to change. One of the horrific side effects of these long cycle journeys is that it makes my willy shrink to the size of an acorn. What's all that about? And I know what you're thinking, too much information.

The hunt for a puppy continues, we have made a few trips to various rescue centres, and seen lots of dogs, loud ones, quiet ones, confident ones and nervous ones but we still haven't found the one for us yet.

For the fist time in living memory we didn't win the pub quiz, but only because we were out on Si's payday party at the time. Like cinder's I headed off before the clock struck midnight while they partied into the wee small hours.  Although by all accounts it was a relatively uneventful night