It all went wrong! Monsieur Fromage rendez-vous-ed at Nom/Veg Towers at 10am this morning to parkake in a saucisson, er...butty, and then on to town. Unfortunately they decided on reaching the town centre (well...mostly downhill) that they should stop for a beer. FAIL. It's quite comedic (in retrospect) to be pressing the 'door open' button on a train and wailing 'nnooooooooooo!!' as it pulls away from the station. Result: we couldn't get to Ilkley to see what we're up against next year and so Corporal Odd will be the only one waking in the night to think of the child who can swim 500m in 6 minutes.
After an imprompu trip to Halfords to cheer us up, where we learned that the beautiful yellow Carrera would never convert to 'town and trail', Veg left with an on-bike mini-computer thingy that only Nom can work due to it being too complicated for blondes. Fromage invested in a heart-rate monitor so he will be the first to know the damage - does it go up to 455bpm we wonder?
To cut the story short, we made it home alive. Veg and Nom ensured that Fromage had returned to the dairy and then charged down to Veg/Nom Towers shouting 'wheeeeee!' in true Fromage-tribute style. (It's all downhill!)
Donations to the Monsieur Fromage Thigh Replacement Fund will be gratefully received, but the cheese did well. He did very well.
*Veg has just noticed that Corporal Odd has made the ticker work properly as well as making the avatars link and basically everything else work right too. Veg will just stick to making pizza and gravy, but not together...Thanks Corporal Odd!!
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