So...Mr A decided to sell his triathlon bike 3, yes three, days before he left...
Oh, but eBay's shortist listing is ...7 days.....
so who is left to answer bike questions? sort money transfers? book Parcelforce? Pack bike?
You do the math....
SO.... Mr A. had done some dismantling, and organised a work buddy, named Birdy, to bring over his old bike box - hey yay saves us some money.
Birdy - so named in my thoughts as he is INCREDIBLY tall - he bashed his head on our light fittings and must spend lots of time in the birdie sphere - dropped off the bike box yesterday in the midst of the chaos, so I didn't have time to check how bike fitting into box may go whilst there was still male muscle in the house....
So...today Parcelforce are coming to collect the box, so this morning I thought I would pack it all up ever so nicely for the nice man who bought it......BUT
It doesn't fit....
At all....
I managed to get the handlebars off, and turned my attention to the pedals......
and now?
how in the flippen heck do those come off?
ARGH!!!
Turned the house UPSIDE DOWN looking for Mr A.'s bike tool. I found other things that have been missing - you know the ones that get consigned to 'never to be found, so at some point we will have to buy a new one'? ...anyway....fired off two incredibly cross emails to the husband...
more looking....more upturning...now leave an incredibly overdramatic voice message on husband's phone.
Yes, leaving a voice message he can't even retrieve made me feel so much better......but it went something like:
"I am so angry with you
you didn't sort your bike out properly
how can you expect me to do it
I have NO IDEA what to do
nor what to do it with....
here darling Scoutie, take Sam, More Sam, Squirt and your fairy doll to bed because they are very tired, read them a story and say your prayer...good girl...you are a very good girl.....
I have looked everywhere
why didn't you just leave your bike like I asked
why do you always do this to me
hysteria, hysteria, tears, shouting, hysteria."
-did you get the size of the writing = the size of my voice?
needless to say, the bike is still not done. I called Aimee, Robin, Mac and Steve to try and get it sorted - of course there were varying degrees of hysteria in each of these conversations....I even GOOGLED 'how to disassemble a bike pedal'....when
ring ring...
Mr A. just happened to call
cue mass tears!
I just really really hope mr Parcelforce can take pity on me and spanner the pedals off...my broken arm does not have the right strength anymore!
Oh bother, I always prided myself on being super-capable but I think finally living in the same house as my beloved Mr A. for more than a weekend at a time has made me soft - never in my life have I shed as many tears as I have these last few weeks.....
what a wimp!
