Shred or Dead

This morning I spent a coupe of hours shredding old credit card statements, receipts and other financial docs deemed too risky to be allowed to languish unspoilt in the recycling bin. It wasn't much fun so no doubt the pile will build up again to the point that it takes over the whole flat and I'm forced once more to make like Raphael - Born to Shred! I had a t-shirt with that on when I was a boy.

The weather has been absolutely gorgeous these past few days: sunny but not too hot, and the leaves on the trees just starting to turn. I've been absolutely dying to get out there with my camera, or to the park on my bike, but I've either been doing domestic chores; working, at university or had my head buried in a book - I'm certainly feeling the increased work load the second year brings.

Tomorrow evening we have friends coming over for dinner so we've been stocking up on wine and trying to get the flat vaguely presentable. We're re-using a duck recipe from a previous dinner party because it seemed to go down quite well, unless our guests were just being excessively polite...

iGoogle

I've been playing with iGoogle instead of reading. My fiance will tell me off when she reads this.

Mini Post

To celebrate the arrival of the sexy new mini laptops at work (and the resultant expansion of accessible websites) I have arranged a mini post for you. I hope you enjoyed it.

Mud bath

When I got back from University today I decided to make the most of a lovely, sunny, autumn afternoon and get off to the park on my bike. Conscious that my usual route would probably be like wading through porridge, thanks to the recent rain, I took a different path intending to cycle around the edge of the park, hopefully avoiding the worst of the mud. All was going well until I rounded a bend and hurtled into a huge expanse of muddy water, half way through which my front tyre got sucked into a particularly deep, boggy puddle, and I was unceremoniously dumped into the cold; stinking, stagnant mire of rain water; mud, horse droppings and who knows what else besides. So much for avoiding it!

Still, I didn't let it put me off and I enjoyed the remainder of my soggy circumference. I had thought about taking my camera backpack with me (instead of the one containing my pump and other cycling gear) but considering the thorough soaking I received, I'm very glad I didn't.