Oh dear

No, not the cats eyes for which I have no explanation BTW other than I could so I did. No, the oh dear is because on a short brisk ride this morning I was unable to leave Mick behind on any of the hills. This is unheard of and is either due to (a) him suddenly becoming much fitter/stronger or (b) me doing the exact opposite. I suspect the latter. What this picture fails to capture is my complexion after this ride. Blotchy doesn't do it justice.  As I believe Spike Milligan requested be engraved on his headstone 'I told you I wasn't well'.