Essential prescription collection. On the back of a Yamaha Bulldog.
It's only a few miles up the road, but a girl needs an excuse to wear her new Rukka trousers out and about.
It was pretty comical to watch me getting aboard, I imagine. I'm still working hard to be as strong as I was before everything happened and I find it a struggle to get onto the back of bikes anyway, but Martin's a big, strong chap and we have a plan we use when I'm having a feeble day.
He sits on the bike and leans it right over, so I can get a leg across the seat, then I cling on like a limpet while he gets it upright. After that, between the two of us we can get my feet on the pegs and then we're away. So that's what we did.
It was wonderful! I didn't feel dizzy or get headachy at all. The sun was a bit bright for the damaged eye, but I SO enjoyed myself. I wanted to go on and on but poor Martin was aware that I probably shouldn't overdo it on a first outing and after a sedate few miles round some country lanes he bought me home.
Today I feel as if I've been steamrollered, but I can't wait for another opportunity. It was the best thing I've done for months!
