Walked to my shed, opened the door, stepped inside and looked longingly at my Tenere. Stroked the tank, patted the seat, turned around and slowly walked back to the house under blue and sunny skies. I'm just under three weeks on from open heart surgery to repair a leaky mitral valve, so physically at least, i'm a bit knackered at the moment. I'm also banned from driving anything for the next five weeks, by which time my sternum should have knitted back together. Life mildly sucks at the moment but, as i'm upright, breathing and actually typing this on my computer, i'll count myself as one lucky sod and work upward from there. ::008::