In the Hall of the Mountain King

Cycled in and, according to Strava, I am King of the Mountain! Admittedly, that is only on the stage that covers my commute to work and which no-one else can see but I am the fastest of all the mes who have had a go. Knocked 38 secs off the previous best!

This was a proper sporting milestone unlike the Mickey Mouse efforts of A who apparently knocked some time off his fastest swim before work. Rather sad, really, the way these people pretend to be athletes with their meaningless records. That's A, of course, not me.

At lunchtime, we went out to celebrate(?) the contractors' last week. Curry and a pint of beer. Unfortunately, this was followed by an unexciting meeting and the combination of tiredness and fullness made it hard to stay awake. But I managed to not fall asleep. Unlike Paul who had celebrated his last bike road to the University by taking a specially long route. He nodded off after half an hour.

And this is the behind the scenes, making-of documentary from the main journal's Atlas shot. https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2073316584490795542