Shoot Speed Kill Light/Those Egg Council Creeps got to you too, huh?

There are few things that sting me more than having to use sick days when one is actually sick,

Conversely, having to use sick days when one's partner or family is sick is a strangely fulfilling thing. It says "I care, Look how much I care..I am willing to give up one of these 24 hour furlongs of bliss for thee" "I'm responsible, goddamn it! My family NEED ME". The litany of sorrow follows thus

Rebecca- Tonsils the size of sweet n sour pork balls, however less appetizing. Fever.Being sick not a forte. Tough customer.
Thomas- Ingrown toenail, painful, red. Recovering from cold.
Lola- Teething, booked in for vaccinations today.
Matthew- Ripping good health, practically invincible.

With my family taking precedence over work, I called work and left a message for my Team and my boss with the sincerity, cheerful openness and veracity of the rare person working in mental health who is using a sick day for that which it was intended.

The morning was spent at our ace GP, and then I had to hold Lola (down) while she had three shots in her legs. not pleasant. Not at all. So, family duly inoculated antibiotic'ed, pharmacy visited and young un's fed, it was time to drop a significantly recovered Thommo to daycare.

I was then left with an asleep wife and daughter, a beautiful blue sky day and mid twenties temp. There seemed only one reasonable thing to do....

Having enlisted my Mum to sit with the ladies I headed out for a quick spin. I ventured from my country ranch into the city centre and a four peat up Mt Eden. I must say, it was a grand ride (Creeping "Abuse-Of-Sick-Day guilt notwithstanding), I was chased by a tour bus on my first lap up the Mt and applauded by pensioners in said tour bus at the end of my fourth lap "you made it!". Ruefully high fiving grammy and gramps I headed back, arriving home a shade under two hours and a metric fifty later. Not bad for a fat guy. It wasn't on dirt, that comes with some forward planning, and will be happening this weekend. It was none the less very sweet.

Maybe why I was able to do this ride quicker than ever before was A) I was rested B) It was one of them good days, Bollocks to that I say, I pin it all on this little beauty which was hammering away in the 'phones the whole time. Nasty, awesome, and as belligerent as only a bunch of recovered Scottish heroin addicts could be. The wind beneath my wings.

Home, Cold poweraide and Chocolate paddle pops with Thommo, I had my new favourite things for dinner. These. Never had one before until last week. go figure.

I hope my Haiku wins

and,

Races like THIS are the future. Along with children. Listen to Whitney.