Thursday is coconuts day or moose day or my day working at Cambridge united football club. todays cycling menu consists of a trip to and from the train station on frank-n-fixie. It's is very muggy and I keep having to stop enroute to the train station to remove layers, it's a proper mormon strip tease* as I have far more clothes on that today requires, but then I'm quite British like that. I nearly always have, a selection of cardigans, an umbrella, sunglasses, tissues, wet wipes etc etc The bit in the middle between biking involves the normal amounts of talking about football, tidying up, making tea, washing up, scanning stuff in, numbering stuff sticking stuff back down, settling arguments watching other people do the bleep test while eating my own body weight in birthday (week) cake, getting locked out while photographing scrapbooks on the pitch, and having to cut through the showers while hoping they are not in use...just another standard day really** The cycle home is blissful as the day is really rather perfect weather wise and for the first time today I have the right amount of clothing on, go me! The evening is spent in my studio, up to my neck in fabric and thread, making samples, which is a surefire way of ensuring I am a happy bunny I should sew more and manage less, I should also cycle more and work less *take off clothes, not revealing any more flesh, normally meaning you started with too many layers ** if footballs your thing try my other blog www.2footballgirls.wordpress.com the other football girl is really quite funny and can actually write
Today I really was in cambridge, working at the Abbey stadium for Cambridge United…it’s quite a long story, that started out involving costumes and if you are really interested you can read about it on one of my other blogs http://www.2footballgirls.wordpress.com
I cycle to the train station, but wimp out of taking frank on the train, it’s really rather a bother traveling with a bike on the train, especially when your Cambridge bound, as you are very likely to get chucked off if your bike wasn’t pre booked.
I promise to take a bike to cambridge by the end of the month, hey what’s the worst that could happen?
Cambridge really is the home of cycling, from the moment you get off the train you are surrounded, mostly by students who appear to have never cycled before and think the roads of Cambridge are the place to learn, with varying degrees of success…
Today it is cold and wet and my legs are chilly as I am wearing leggings for the 5th day on the trot, this is not because I like leggings or because I look good in them, it is because I can no longer fit in any of my jeans. I am now left with a strange cycling/ rowing/ cake based figure, same small waist, but an ever growing bum, massive thighs and chunky calfs. I have always had robust ankles, meaning getting skinny jeans past said ankles is often a struggle, now any of my jeans I can get past my thighs, I can’t cycle/ sit down/ move/breath in, so leggings it is. Seriously who makes jeans for cyclists? Or do I have to get on this? I hate making jeans, they are so fiddly and denim is so heavy, sigh.
So I get to the ground, my volunteers should be turning up at 10 and after an early start I’m ready at 10 on the dot. It is another two hours before anyone turns up, by which time I have invented a number of games for one, mostly involving eating the large amounts of cakes and biscuits I have brought and now expected to be left with.
After a much more productive afternoon it is is back to the boro and frank, who has the honer of transporting me firstly to two more fittings before taking me home, for reasons best known to the Gods i have displeased, I am forced to cycle home with a long roll of maps, in the rain.
This makes me think of all the random and awkward things I have cycled with… And this will be the subject of an extra post, when I have more hands complete it…
Anyhow, once home I was loured to the Internet by the husband, who wished to show me a couple of real bargains he had found online, in less time than it took our dinner to cook I had purchased a brand new bike, yikes!
I thought a film might distract me from what I had just done, but on reflection perhaps the cycling themed The Flying Scotsman was not the best choice, especially as this dude built himself a bike from old washing machine parts, perhaps I should have just given my grandad a call, he once presented us with a lawnmower he had made from an old washing machine…mind you we already have a womble bike built from scrap, the frank-n-fixie
What have I done, thank goodness it’s nearly my birthday, it’s perfectly ok to buy yourself a present right?