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This is another post typed early (Thursday), outside 'live'. I am sat outside, by the river in the sunshine. Coffee does not accompany, I am not in heaven yet!

I am noticing a problem. it is too bright and I cannot see what I type, so 'apologies'! By living so close to the equator, I should be more used to this problem! I joke.

Ok, serious now. I awoke the other night startled by what I thought I was remembering.

I remember kicking my bike out of the way!

I awoke, and then immediately reached for my phone to notify this unique recall. Truthfully, I don't know how real it was, but when I contemplate the issue, it seems quite possible that it was in fact, so real.

Seven and a half years ago...

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As last weekend Spartacus (Cancellara) won Der Ronde (Tour of Flanders), he has got to be a favourite to conquer The Hell of the North (Paris-Roubaix), on Sunday. Unusually, the race is also being targeted by Sir Bradley Wiggins. So, I know who I'm cheering for... Hmmm, the knight will need his shining armour as he battles through a cobbled hell.

C'MON BRAD!!!

Now, it is Friday afternoon, and I finish typing.

Every now and then, I stop, and the truth hits me hard in the face. It hurts me, but it startles me when, I begin to think where I was and the things that I have passed through in the past seven years.

Crazy.

There is no way anyone would have predicted accurately, anything. Please learn, and accept that nothing, nothing, NOTHING, is certain for anybody.

Life is full of waves, rising to crests, but for crests to exist, there must be falls to troughs. I realize that I regularly seem to create symbolic language relating life, to cycling through mountains, but no. Everyone’s fate is much more free flowing, deep, with endless waves of crests and troughs. Whilst we all must focus on positives, riding the waves, beware, it can be a slippery, slidy rope down.

Life’s an ocean.