Whatever that means
You know the kind of arsehole who agrees not to do something and then immediately ignores what they’ve agreed not to do and does it anyway? That kind. And some annoyingly disappointing news and some people not doing their jobs properly. That kind of a day.
But I got my Croix de Fer serviced and rode it home with two working brakes and gears that changed when you clicked the gear changing clickers. Unusually for me I got myself into a wee bit of a good natured but unacknowledged race on the way home, which was good fun and got me home 20 minutes faster than I dawdled much the same route on Tuesday. Most unlike me to race people.