My seemingly endless supply of bookmarks enabling my tower of shame.
60km on the bike with Mrs Basil through the land of oak and iron.
Think if I hadn't got webpub working, so I could post through the Indigenous Android app, I'd have fallen off #100DaysToOffload for certain this past week or so.
Not much to write about today since it was a day for staying indoors for a few reasons.
Today, a classic coming of age tale. A right of passage.
Today you get sports chat. Sorry, I know most of you have less than zero interest but this is me.
If you can handle me at my sports, you don't deserve me at... You get the gist.
#100DaysToOffload I've honest to god lost count. 97? Must be, right?
I did some jobs and didn't fuck any of them up.
60 kilometres, several horses, 2 reckless drivers, and 0 storms.
Tomorrow I will take Mrs Basil on a bike ride as she chips away at her virtual pilgrimage.
Expect sarcasm, dogs, puns, sport, beer, cycling, tech, pubs. Sometimes several of these at once.
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