Whatever that means
A very enjoyable run into work from home today via Peter’s Yard café for breakfast with cycling chums involving the transfer of a unicycle (neither too or from me – I know my limits) and some planning for Pedal on Parliament on Saturday. A meh day of work and then a rather more urgent run home to let Mandy get out to her kayaking – they’re back on the loch now so she needs to be out the door by 6pm. I managed to pause at the little bridge at the Cramon Brig.
I’ve shovelled pizza and garlic bread (and a token amount of salad) into the bairns’ faces (and plenty into my own. It’s the beauty of cycling that you can eat as much as you like). Time to throw them into bed and enjoy some lounging in the front of the TV.