I have put it off for a while but my weekends are about to change irrevocably - the kids want to play sport.

Now, whilst I am a big believer in mind over body, there needs to be a balance. Football for Olivia and Jack starts tomorrow night.

Jack has been pestering me for a while and so, I have given in. Olivia has been a late-comer to the football theme but she’s as keen as mustard to go and play with the boys.

So with cold weather forecast, my weekend freedom coming to an end and the likelihood of enduring the behaviour of Damir Dokic-like parents, I shouldn’t be keen. But I can’t wait.

“Play on, you’re all in it!”

I’m a fussy bastard. I know that.

I have two road bicycles in my shed at the moment, both of which are kept very, very clean and well serviced.

The trouble with winter is that the roads are dirty and water-soaked and as much as I enjoy the ride, I hate stripping the bikes after I have ridden them.

The only option was to build another new bike from bits and pieces knocking around the shed. So, I’ve started.

But it’s been a dismal failure.

For a start, I had to paint the frame as the old paint was a mess. A clean paint job later, I started cleaning and polishing everything that I will reassemble.

Will I make another bike that I refuse to ride? Probably. But as long as this weather remains this shitty, I’m unlikely to get anything done.

For now it’s nicer in the house. With ugg boots. And hot chocolates.

Mmmmm…chocolate.

I should be shaving. Nic is doing the ironing, I have put the kids to bed and I should really be thinking about doing something sensible, like shaving, or cleaning my shoes, perhaps even making my lunch.

tumblr sounded more fun though, so here we are.

It’s been a shit day otherwise. No riding, no swimming, no running.

Jack, Sam, Pop and I kicked the football for a while.

I went to two bookshops and bought nothing, I hate that.

Oh well, nice to meet you- tumblr. You seem genuine and I like the cut of your jib, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you ‘round.