In an earlier entry, eagle eyed readers may have spotted bicycle
brake blocks, reposing on the kitchen counter in a photo shoot, for in our home,
such eccentricities are the norm (PLEASE don’t mention the cordless drill saga). But unlike the aforementioned drill, their residence
was short lived for yes, it’s “bicycle
service time” again. Although the brake blocks were for Mr Glis’ bike (I’m a
disc brake girl myself), as a daily cyclist, I am hugely fortunate and grateful
that he is an accomplished repair man, for it is he who keeps me on the road all
year round
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