Road Race

1. This may be a hangover PB. Something in the air last night made us a bit giddy hammered and this morning is a humdinger.

2. I stagger out, blinking into the sunshine to get a paper which is a good job as it serves as an aide memoir.. 'cauldron? what cauldron? Oh aye tubular bells...Mohammed Ali was there?, the butterfly bikes...' you get the picture.

3. Luckily the best hangover cure going - the mens road race - is starting in a minute. That with some homemade hash browns and bacon rolls start to fix the situation.

4. We watch the whole race. The coverage is terrible and makes us angry to the point of shouting at the tv almost constantly, but the race is great, then worrying, then disappointing, then just sad. Cav's outburst to a reporter at the end makes me love him still, but a sad day.

5. A walk out to catch this dramatic sky as we take in the beach before an end of the evening pint in our not so local Local, the Abbottsford, before pizza and a movie.