It has been 9 (nine) days since I last rode my motorbike. It will be at least another 5 (five) days until I get the chance, weather permitting. I shall try not to strangle anybody in the meantime. Hotel Chocolat has run out of champagne truffles. The world is ending. Anybody'd think they were being run by local government CEOs and councillors. Goose fat! The washing machine is double plus good, completely silent except for its happy chirrupy chimes when ...