As hubby was scheduled for a blood test today we got to sleep in till 6:45 which was bliss. When I crawled out from under the duvet and the cat I was greeted by better conditions than yesterday.
I quite often stand at the window in all my glory thinking how lucky I am to have such a view, of course I exercise caution on football match days not wanting to traumatise any one.
I set off on a bike ride not knowing where I would go, darting off down unknown roads, on a ride of discovery. Seven hilly, undulating, mountainous miles covered.
I realise now that bum cheeks plus rear pockets plus saddle equals chaffing, do you think this is cycling algebra?