Let me give you an insight into life on the road with Sanch.
Usually before the bugle alarm at 6am, Sanch wakes. On goes the light so he can see his way to the bathroom, which has had the light on all night, for the first of an unnatural number of sit down visits.
On return I am greated (there is usually no or one curt response) and the curtains are thrown back. This is shortly followed by Gold radio on his phone. He then procedes to get dressed and start packing his bags, clattering and banging away. Finally and before I have even swung a leg out, he will have taken a bag to the bike.
And I've signed up to 30 days of this torture, this time round!
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