Here comes the Presidents. By Sam.

The G8 summit is coming to town in two days.  This means total shutdown for the entire town,  more so for us as we are precisely 1.3 miles from where it will take place.    According to the Welsh Mail 9,500 Police Officers have come from all over the UK.    This is true, we saw Merseyside police guarding the motorway roundabout at the top of our road and tonight whilst cycling home - yes that's right, but hang on - I passed a Nottinghamshire police van parked outside school.  This was just before I saw two of Bryn's friends.  They looked at me funny so I said "You didn't see me in this stupid helmet right."

There are police literally everywhere.  On the way to work I passed a bloke having his rucksack searched outside Tesco cos he had a camera.  Lucky for me they didn't stop me and search my rucksack cos it contained a complete change of clothes and the entire contents of the fridge, nearly.   On Thursday school is only open 10-2.   The doctors surgery is closed and the bin men are coming on Saturday instead.   It was in the Argus yesterday that Presidents Obama and Cameron are planning on visiting a school.   They haven't said which one on account of the world press flocking there to have a gorp but it has to be our school surely.  It's the closest one to the summit, it cost £29 million to build so it has to be fit to show to the presidents and Katie said she's only going in if she can meet them. 

On account of the road lockdown I decided it was a good incentive to finally buy a bike to go to work on.  So on Saturday we went to Halfords and I picked a rather splendid bike.   John and I went for a bike ride on Sunday, after Tom helped me bath the dogs.  Which was a complete waste of time cos Lotty has rolled in something stinky today and needs another one.   We rode to the next village and back.   Halfway home I cried like a baby and begged John to fetch the car but he wouldn't and by the time I got home I was actually almost dead.  Nearly.    Then this morning I rode my bike to work.   It was OK actually.  My backside is still killing from Sunday but it was my knees that hurt the most.  I will get used to it though apparently.   I don't know if that means used to the pain.  I don't want to get used to pain.   The hardest bit was lifting the bike over the two kissing gates at the edge of the golf club.   That was almost impossible.   This bloke came over to help me on the way home but I said no I have to learn to do it myself.  Then he said to lift it over the farmers gate further up next time cos it's slightly lower.   Anyway it was fun once but I think I will drive everywhere again now.

I made the mistake of baking a cake on Saturday.  Now I'm expected to provide pudding after every meal.  how ridiculous.  I'm supposed to be on a diet.   We had lemon meringue pie on Saturday, Bread and Butter pudding on Sunday, Banoffee pie last night and Chocolate brownies tonight.   Tomorrow no cake.  They can bugger off.

On a separate note do you think exercise releases happy endorphines or is that a load of crap.   After a long bike ride on Sunday we sat and wet ourselves laughing at X Factor.   And all day today everything in work has been hilarious.    Maybe I'm just hysterical?   I mean like crazy not like haha look at me.