Tonight's is being written as you read this. I've been marshalling on the Tour Series race at Exeter. Actually, I was selling programmes, but it helped the event, which was raising money for prostate cancer charities. The riders all 50 of them were hurtling around Exeter at far from safe speeds, there was at least one crash -but it was good spectator sport.

I've only just got home, so tonight's bike will be racing along as soon as I can write it.

Angharad.

This has raised it's head again in my 'never-ending' tale of life and dormice. It's done so because it is a constant problem. My own transition was quite public and was known to hundreds if not thousands of people locally. I've also been 'outted' in the press two or three times, including mention on local TV and radio. So short of sending out six billion letters notifying everyone on the planet, it meant there'd be some who didn't know.

BBC Radio 4 Today programme, included a piece on a project to monitor and reintroduce dormice on the Isle Of Wight, which isn't far from Portsmouth. In one wood alone they have 400 nesting boxes for dormice.

I'm delighted that my story is reasonably close to real life, and even more so to hera that in areas where they are being monitored, the rate of decline seems to be decreasing. Go for it Spike!

Angharad.

This weekend, from Friday, I shall be attending the Gabycon. I'll be taking my little netbook plus dongle with me, and hope I can get a signal while 'oop north'. I also hope I can find an hour or so to write the odd episode of Bike. I'll make no promises other than to try and write and post if I have time. Otherwise normal service will be resumed on monday or tuesday.

I shall try and do an episode tomorrow, although I'll be packing and clearing six months' detritus from my car.

Angharad.

My cycling group did a thirty miler, which seemed to be forever climbing hills today - not hard in Dorset, place is full of them, 'delightful rolling countryside' say the visitors. They don't usually try to ride up them.

I am totally cream crackered, as the Cockney's would say. However, I have finished a complete story for the gabycon next weekend (8.5k words)which I will post here after it's been up on Maddy's site.

I have had a pig awful week, commencing with falling off my bike and hurting my thumb - fortunately, the left one.

A Scotsman by name of Corran
Got a thistle stuck up his sporran
He jiggled his thing
Did a hi'land fling
And muttered about it's a sore 'un.

Angharad.

According to the counter at the bottom of the page, the numbers are fast approaching six million. While I'm aware half of them are me checking for comments on my stories, or Gabi and Holly trying to make them grammatical after I've posted them, it's still an awful lots of hits.

Congratulations to Erin and her team for making this, in my opinion, the best tg fiction site on the net; and thanks for all the hard work they put in to enable us to read and post our masterpieces, we don't know or appreciate the half of it.

Three cheers for the Top Shelf team, hip hip...