Debriefing – still the first day
Arrive home to find that long suffering husband has waited for me to have lunch. I tell him about my morning and how I have let myself in to raise £10,000. He looks horrified and goes into counsel of doom mode. He shakes his head and is doubtful that I can collect even half that.
Whilst anxious about my own ability to raise donations, I am enthusiastic about long suffering husband’s earning potential. I suggest that if he were to join me we could easily raise twice £10,000. This is because long suffering husband works in Essex with many fat cats. I am sure that the fat cats would find the prospect of my tubby kitten cycling anywhere, let alone 270kms from London to Brussels via Amsterdam, so preposterous that they would immediately cough up just to waive him off. Long suffering husband seems to be suffering from sense of humour failure, perhaps because he is hungry as I have still not made lunch, and sees nothing amusing about him on a bicycle. At that, I ponder on how wrong intelligent people can sometimes be.
I tell long suffering husband that Mr Big thought that my donations would snow-ball, but just in case they didn’t, he said that I should find someone to share a bed and my meals with me, thereby halving my overheads. Counsel of doom looks at me and sighs. He tells me that he doesn’t want to cycle almost 300km just to share a bed with me or to pay £10,000 for my company, as this seems to him to be a lot for two nights with me. I am wholly unaware of the nightly ‘going’ rate and wonder how long suffering husband knows these things. I wonder who else I could share a bed and meals with.
Arrive home to find that long suffering husband has waited for me to have lunch. I tell him about my morning and how I have let myself in to raise £10,000. He looks horrified and goes into counsel of doom mode. He shakes his head and is doubtful that I can collect even half that.
Whilst anxious about my own ability to raise donations, I am enthusiastic about long suffering husband’s earning potential. I suggest that if he were to join me we could easily raise twice £10,000. This is because long suffering husband works in Essex with many fat cats. I am sure that the fat cats would find the prospect of my tubby kitten cycling anywhere, let alone 270kms from London to Brussels via Amsterdam, so preposterous that they would immediately cough up just to waive him off. Long suffering husband seems to be suffering from sense of humour failure, perhaps because he is hungry as I have still not made lunch, and sees nothing amusing about him on a bicycle. At that, I ponder on how wrong intelligent people can sometimes be.
I tell long suffering husband that Mr Big thought that my donations would snow-ball, but just in case they didn’t, he said that I should find someone to share a bed and my meals with me, thereby halving my overheads. Counsel of doom looks at me and sighs. He tells me that he doesn’t want to cycle almost 300km just to share a bed with me or to pay £10,000 for my company, as this seems to him to be a lot for two nights with me. I am wholly unaware of the nightly ‘going’ rate and wonder how long suffering husband knows these things. I wonder who else I could share a bed and meals with.
I run through my phone book to see who will sleep with me. I rule out all male friends as they, like long suffering husband, may know the going rate for two nights or the twice nightly rate or whatever, and reject me because they think I am not cheap enough. I fall on the name of a girl friend, the Phillimore Firecracker, who has recently and for no apparent reason, reminded me that she had a bike stolen in 1982. Clearly this fortuitous impartation of knowledge means that she is destined to be my bedfellow. Also, like me she is not good at saying NO. For this reason if for no other she will be perfect to bring along for the ride.
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