As most of you will know, I crawled home (not quite literally, although it was close) just before lunchtime with a crippling migraine. Half of me was sad that John wasn't here, because it's nice to be with him and he'd have been all lovely and caring to me. But half of me was glad that for once the flat was empty and quiet and I could be pathetic in private.
Anyway, feel a lot better now.
So, as none of you have fessed up and asked a question on Lestallion's Upstanding Column of Knowledge, I'll have to talk about the next best thing to sex. Bikes.
What was your first bike Lestrade?
And as I made a half-hearted attempt to put some of my things away whilst loafing about in the bedroom earlier (moved in does not mean unpacked), and happen to know where my photos are, you can see the answers.
My first ever bike was...well, it didn't really have a name. And I didn't buy it, I worked for it. It was dumped in the corner of a farmyard, so I did jobs and one of the farmer's sons helped me to make it go. It was never going to be the most amazing machine on the planet, but when we'd finished it was mine, and it ran, and it was brilliant.
Mum went absolutely ballistic. Threw a saucepan at me when she found out I'd taken it instead of money.
The picture isn't great. But probably makes the bike look better than it was. It was great - I went off road on it, blasted around the countryside, had the most amazing time.
My second bike was when I moved to London. I couldn't take that one because it wasn't exactly roadworthy - I mean, it went, but that was about it. And because technically, I was still too young to ride it. But the day I was old enough, I got my next bike.
This one was next. A 100cc Yamaha LT2, 1972. Obviously I didn't get it in 72...I'd've been 7. But it was a great bike. I mean, hated the rain, the cold, the damp or getting too hot...but a great bike! The amazing paint job was me - it was yellow when I got it. Yellow didn't quite say 'rock'n'roll', so I painted it black. It looked terrible. I like to think it put anyone off stealing it.
I've got pictures of all these because I always sent a picture to Nicky whenever I got a new bike - whether she wanted them or not.
And now, this one...this was the first bike I ever bought new. Well, I say bought. I got it on tick. It really was brilliant. I saved up all my pay until I had enough to put down the deposit, and then, because I had a 'proper job' - having joined up - I could get it. I loved it.