Progress

One of those days that started at 8am and finished, well, there. Just now. Five minutes ago. It happens. Has to happen. You just have to accept it as a fact of life and push on until it's done. And at least you know it will be done.

Other than that the day's only excitement was provided by the van that gently rammed into the back of my bike as I was coming out of the station. I pulled out of the junction and then stopped because a car was coming and I decided I didn't have time to make the turn. He followed me but didn't stop. But he was barely moving so just nudged my bike forward a wee bit and then pulled over and apologise profusely while I checked everything was OK. And it was.