Nom and Veg have spent today in training...upper-body specific training. In fact they've been dry-stone walling all day like proper Yorkshire people. We have it on authority from the expert that dry-stone walling hurts in the thighs, so Nom and Veg may be crying tomorrow on the planned cycle.
Fromage has been enticed over to Nom/Veg Towers on the promise of sausage butties if he cycles to town (uphill, then downhill) and back (uphill, then downhill) afterwards. He hasn't been informed of the route. We're then going to see what we're letting ourselves in for triathlon-wise.
Corporal Odd and Mrs Odd are taking the sensible plan of getting the bus down, unless the Corporal goes for Nom and Veg's idea of giving Mrs Odd a croggie/backie respectively. (They're from East/West Yorkshire respectively...)
Hmm...updates later - if we haven't dropped dead from shock.
P.S - Do Sports Biscuits exist anywhere in the world any more?
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