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Introducing Barbara.
She may not be vintage (I couldn’t wait long enough to source one after I learnt, I needed to get straight on and learn more straight away), she may not be a Pashley but she is my newest friend and cor blimey, does she make me happy. And isn’t Mr Thrifty a doll for buying her and all the accessories she needs (helmet, lock, lights, gorgeous (ahem) glow in the dark clothing)?I haven’t been able to get out and about on my own for a long, long time due to my ill health. Walking seems to exhaust me in comparison to cycling. I can go much further in a short amount of time, I’m a girl who likes to see results so this suits me no end.
Barbara (named for Barbara of The Good Life) and my thighs have been taking me off on little day trips to near by areas of Manchester. I’ve been off thrifting in Withington and Chorlton with ease. I even rode on the road for the first time this week. My heart was in my mouth, I could heard the blood swooshing in my ears, my hands were sweaty, there was a lump in my throat but I did it. I bloody well did it! My finds slung in my basket or tied to the back of my bike (I’m getting panniers soon!) for me to take home. And dear Barbara shall be taking me off to ‘the world’s biggest vintage fair’ tomorrow (I’m hmmmming and rubbing my chin regarding the likelihood of the world’s biggest vintage fair being held in a place where Mr Thrifty plays hockey.)The downside of cycling? Getting caught in a thunderstorm on a flooded road.I’ve never been so wet in my life.
Barbara, Dear Heart, I love you.
Oh and by the way, I have no idea what kind of games Blogger is playing but the formatting of this post is all to cock and I can’t sort it out. *Shakes
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