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Thursday, 4 December 2014

Terms And Conditions

I get detained before I'm even out of bed this morning but the perpetrator is full of remorse afterwards for making me miss a training session. Well, a bike ride. To be fair, I was deliberating whether to cycle today or tomorrow anyway and sometimes it helps to have your mind made up for up. Some people are more persuasive than others

I think I have just bought some tickets for the World Track Cycling Championships in Paris. It's hard to tell exactly as my French isn't great and the tickets, if that’s what they are, come with eight pages of terms and conditions, if that’s what they are, all in French.

L asks if she can come as it’ll be so romantic, just the two of us and several hundred sweaty Lycra clad bodies. I have two tickets and I’m open to offers.

Squash. I win my game and lose 4-1.

(Thursday 4th December)

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