All I have to say is bikes were not made in caring consideration of one's private parts. Or ankles for that matter. Or maybe I just suck. Having said that, cycling down a quiet village road at sunset with the wind in my hair and no thoughts in my head was exactly what I'd been looking forward to for so long. After shopping of course. Picking up every sexy item of clothing, doing a mental conversion of the currency and hollering 'I fucking love this country!' was pretty much how it went down with the shopping today. Lugging 5 bags back home was so worth it (and totally not happening again in those shoes I got from Aldo).
I'm tired, I'm satisfied, I'm happy, I'm nervous and I'm reluctant to wake up to the massive day of getting down to wedding business ahead of me, but one could only procrastinate for so long. Arse into gear I think.
By the way, Vytas is currently sprawled across the bed in his boxers with the cat enjoying much of his attention (and my jealousy). I'm off to show who's boss.
Night