Shagged

Just off the bike. 38 miles in weather conditions that ranged from rain to rain and wind before moving on to hailstones. Shagged out. Where are the bloody jaffa cakes??

My Dad was telling me that when he started cycling again in his 40's after a few years off he picked up his new bike which had three gears and, wearing his trousers tucked into his socks and with his crepe soled shoes on, cycled the 27 miles from the local bike shop to Chester "just to try it out" then he cycled back home again. Bike related madness is clearly genetic.

My sister sent me a text earlier to tell me she had just done Mum's nails and had a good chat with her which warmed the cockles. Speaking of which I'd better have a hot shower, I feckin' stink.