The barn is actually looking partially burgled. With the Unicog of Wintry Hell banished to the leaky shed and the Trailstar on long term loan to a friend who may actually ride it properly, there is plenty of space for…. something else.
Although I feel a conversation which starts “I’ve been thinking about my Christmas presents….” may end with a man suffering a near fatal rolling pin based injury. An out-pouring of Christmas spirit may follow, but only if the liquid in question was TCP.
Anyway I’ve asked Coca-Claus to deliver – with the traditional Yuletide hangover – a set of God Like riding skills and some tablets to inhibit my shiny buy compunction gland.
I’m expecting only the hangover.