Not many more

It was a fine afternoon. I'd done my chores for the day and even played with some data that I happened to have lying around. I was on my tod so what else was there to do but head off out on the bike. It turns out that it's quite difficult to find a decent cycling route that also brings you back via the local pub so it was a 35 mile round trip (OK, 33.6) to stop off and have a couple of pints of my own beer before heading home for a mountain of pasta and garlic bread. Later, I find my back tyre completely flat.