A Single (Bike) Mother's Lament

Ok so our fleet of Doves is taking slightly longer to spread their collective wings than we thought.

"Patrick 2: Multiply This" has swanned away to Peru for 2 weeks leaving me with all of the incubation duties.

It's not easy being a single parent. With 9 Doves to look after and a whole host of eager suitors waiting for the day we finally clip those wings, it's an awful lot of pressure for one person to take. Sometimes I just wish for it all to go away so I can have some 'me' time.

Don't get me wrong, the Doves are my life, I'd do anything for them. But when you're depended upon by so many people, the burden can seem so unbearably heavy to shoulder.

I have my friends and my family, sure. But I need more than just a shoulder to cry on, I need someone who I can really rely on, someone who'll be there when one of baby doves is crying or has shit the bed. I need someone who won't just bugger off to South America when things get tough or when life just starts getting a bit too real for them.
Beacause I've got news for you Patrick McCarthy, life isn't just one big simple equation. Sometimes 9 + 1 = commitment. Sometimes the square route of 144 is respect. And sometimes you need to look up from that calculator for a second just to be a man.

PYSCHE.

Ok so it's true the bikes aren't ready but it's not because I've been all crying and shit. It's because my cousin and I have been totally smashing a Grand Designs job on our new place.

Here is the story of our miraculous journey in pictures...

(Sorry for the poor quality photography. It seems no matter how many million of megapixels they cram into an iPhone, the photos still look like crap)

Oops.. Don't know how that got in here.

Beano. Xx