Norton Wheelers dinner was the only cycling event of my weekend. I didn't even make the riding part. After the week I had at work and the monthly deterioration in my blood function I was soon flagging and retreated home to bed after a short afternoon.
Sunday was for finally cleaning the bikes after Bradford and feeling bad about it.
I exchanged some birthday presents which I am very happy with.
Technically I stayed awake but metaphorically I spent the day in the body of a sloth then decorated the Christmas tree.
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