A pleasant day and Morons

Friday's main event was to be a ride out with Bubbles.

We both had a couple of things to take care of in the morning, so the loose plan was to meet up mid morning at the cottage.  

As an aside, I really must find a better way of describing our home. The term the cottage just seems a little odd. Our last house down in the village was lovingly referred to as The Pile. This was because it was most definitely crumbling when we bought it, and much of my free time was spent restoring it. Things haven't changed much in our new place, so perhaps I need to refer to it as Pile #2, or the last post ... because I'm not bloody moving again!

Anyway, back to Friday. First mission was a trip in to Redditch to pick up a birthday card for 30% and a tub of putty from the hardware store.  

The sortie was successfully completed and I was back at home before eleven o'clock. 

Bubbles arrived shortly after and we soon headed out on our bikes. Our route was very similar to the loop I took with Buzzer a couple of weeks ago. The only difference was that we reversed the loop and headed out towards Stratford and on to Shipston-on-Stour before joining the original route at Moreton-in-Marsh.

It was a great ride out and I the R1250R is another eighty miles closer to its first service. This must be completed before the Germany trip in June, so I really do need to a) get some miles on the clock, and b) get the bike booked in to the workshop ... I don't want to be hearing "sorry mate, we can't fit you in for a month"

TP joined us in the afternoon and will be spending the weekend with us.

That would be it for Friday, apart from the fact that some arsehole stole my honey box from outside the house at about eight o'clock this evening. We heard a car pull up outside and thought it was TP coming back early from an evening with his friends. The car pulled away and we thought no more about it.

It was only when I took the dogs out for a late night pee that I noticed that the honey box and contents was nowhere to be seen.

It's fucking annoying because there was very little monetary value to four jars of honey and a couple of quid in change. It's probably kids who think it's an amusing prank. I think it's fucking moronic. What the hell are they going to do with a few jars of honey? They'll probably end up chucked out of the car window a few miles down the road.