I got a bike!

Used for a pretty reasonable price. It says the "The Falcon" on it and came with lights and a bell. All it needs now are some streamers and playing cards in the spokes. I know you're all jealous. I took it for a quick ride in the country today and I think I might ride it out two Blenheim Palace on Friday. I got a helmet too and I'm getting pretty good at the whole driving on the left thing, so don't worry.

That's the Falcon and another hot air balloon, which by the way, I'm totally blasé about now. "How blasé?" you ask. Well, if you were to imagine my train of thought upon seeing this hot air balloon as taking the form of a dialog between two country gentlemen out for an evening constitutional on the moor, it might go a little something like this...

"Lord Bullingdon: [looks up, places his thumbs firmly behind the lapels of his tweed jacket] I say old man, looks to be another of those ghastly dirigibles, what, what.

Duke Hufflepuff: [absentmindedly removes pipe from his mouth] Quite..."

Not that I walk around constructing comically offensive stereotypes of the English all day. That wouldn't be very blasé, which is what I am now. Blasé.