There I was, going about my own business, when a neighbours son engages me in conversation about bikes - not un-commom I have to admit, the talking about bike bit ;D - and before I know it, he's popping round in the evening to view my bike with a view to buying it!
And he does . . . . . . and he buys it!!!!! :o
There's a hole in my garage dear Liza dear Liza, there's a hole in my garage, dear Liza a hole.
WTF do I do this to myself?
Oh well, a hunting I will go, a hunting I will go, eee iii adeo a hunting I will go ::)