Whatever that means
I suppose it should stop surprising me how much condition you lose in a week of not cycling at all. But not yet. Especially when the hill through the Dalmeny estate is involved. And then it pissed down all day so it was a good thing that I’d bagged the big hoose in passing, although then I got home and the mutt was smoking his bone looking for attention. That has more double entendre potential than I’d realised.