I bike again, although the weather was a bit miserable, I think my cycling shorts upset it. It didn’t resort to rain but the clouds just sat there looking down darkly in disapproval.
Then there’s the wind. L says it’s so rough, it’s almost Hebridean but then she’s been reading too much Isle Of Lewis. She’s just started on the Peter May trilogy.
This time I have to battle a bit against the wind to get home and have to have a reviving doughnut. This isn’t normally something we have at home but they had to be removed from L’s work in the interests of the good health of those that work there. I have been volunteered to perform a controlled disposal of them. I have it tough.
That should keep me going until after dog class.
(Wednesday 17th April)