Another week and a half has flown by, and much has happened. October is whizzing past, and we have half term fast approaching. Then we have Halloween and Bonfire Night to look forward to! I was a little anxious about this term at work with some of the kids I knew we’d have to deal with, but so far it has gone fairly smoothly, and the first half term is almost over. We’ve seen a noticeable change in daylight hours as it gets dark earlier and earlier every day, and I know that riding home in the dark isn’t far away!
So what has been happening then?
275: The day before I take my CBT, or Compulsory Basic Training to ride a motorbike. The training centre privide you with enough kit for the day, but as I was hoping to pick up my new bike the day after, I had ensured I’d got all the kit I needed to ride it home, including the most important part, a new helmet. All motorbike riders I know say the same thing, always buy it new, try it to make sure it fits, and buy the best one you can afford. Wish me luck!
276: The day of the CBT, a full days theory and practical training, where we go over road safety and then get to go out on the bikes to practise our skills and be assessed. Thankfully the weather was kind, it was dry and sunny, but not too warm as all that protective gear can really keep you toasty! It was very different to cycling, and it took some getting used to, the bike is a lot heavier, but I managed to get to grips with it and managed to leave with my CBT certificate. I had passed it, and was now entitled to ride a motorbike! So I treated myself to a few drinks in the evening to celebrate!
277: The day had come where I get to pick up my shiny new bike. I was nervous and excited. The fact was, I had no other way to get it home than to ride it, and I was 20 miles from home, not knowing where I was going. Thankfully once my satnav was fitted I was able to make it home alive without too much drama, trying to remember every single detail I’d been told the previous day, and trying not to panic if I did something wrong. It was another dry and sunny day, which made the journey a lot easier to contend with.
278: The first day commuting to work on the new wheels. It was strange having an engine underneath me, and yet still being able to dodge through some of the traffic, although still making sure I don’t get too cocky about it, as I still have a long way to go with learning how to ride! It felt good though, I was beginning to get a little bit of confidence, and tomorrow was going to be slightly easier.
279: “Can we play outside now Daddy?” are frequently the first words I usually hear when I get home. I always try to say yes where I can, as any good father would, as I hate turning down an opportunity to play outside with the girls, even after a long day at work. The usual scenario is that I’d finish my day at work, cycle home, which is mostly uphill, and arrive home hot, sweaty and feeling exhausted before being asked the question I nearly always answer with “Yes darling!”, but at least this week I have been able to jump off the motorbike as fresh as when I got on! I was glad to be saving my energy today as we had got the in-laws baby sitting so that we could go out to see Jimmy Carr live at Dudley Town Hall.
280: My attempts at getting to bed early are starting to falter again. On Wednesday evening I went out to see a couple of friends on my motorbike as they have owned bikes for years, and now maybe I can look at heading out for rides with them. I wasn’t home particularly late, but it clearly didn’t help.
281: Thursday, a nursery day, and this little madam is still battling with the lost afternoon naps. No-one has made her stop, and we have even encouraged her to go for a nap when she looks like she needs it, but often she refuses. Sometimes she’ll push through until bedtime, other times she’ll just crash like a stolen car hitting a tree! What was extra funny here, was how she fell asleep almost upside down!
282: Friday is upon us again, the superhero of the work week that arrives just in time to save me from brutally beating to death one of my co-workers! Its extra nice to finish an hour earlier than the rest of the week and see the girls for an hour longer before they go to bed… except not this Friday, as we get caught up at worj and a particularly challenging pupil at the end of the day means we can’t get into our classroom to collect our belongings. Finally, when the fuss blows over, I get home and get greeted by this gorgeous face. Its nice to see at least one person happy to see me get home as the other little one doesn’t seem quite so bothered as she used to be!
283: Saturday night, and its fight night! Like a few of my work colleagues had previously, a friend of mine had signed up for the charity white collar boxing matches. I’d never been to anything like this before, and so was not sure quite what to expect. I managed to bag a lift off a friend so that I could at least grab a couple of beers while I was there, and a good night was had. It was an odd looking crowd, but then I guess a night like this can attract allsorts. Our friend was one of the last to fight, and even though we didn’t get the result we’d hoped for, it was still worth waiting for!
284: Friday seems to take so long to get here, but Sunday arrives in a flash, and is gone in a heartbeat! After a bit of a lazy morning, I took my friends boy out for a walk on the afternoon, as I sometimes do a couple of times a month, and by the time I was home the day was mostly gone. How does that happen on a sunday? Is there some kind of space/time vortex where hours and minutes disappear? I always try to make the most of the weekend, and sometimes that can be a good thing in that you seem to get the most out of it, but on the flip side, because you’re so busy, you don’t notice the time going by! Either way, that Sunday night feeling isn’t a pleasant one! While I was out walking along the canal this afternoon, I managed to capture this shot on my iphone and was really pleased with it, as to me it didn’t look much like an iphone shot, which is a good thing!