A quiet week

Been a bit quiet this week, not that I haven't done anything, although I should have done more with 7 weeks to go, but Beth and Imogen have both been ill. Imogen's virus in particular has led to disturbed nights every day this week so we're all a bit shattered.

Anyhow, Tuesday was a rest day, Wednesday I should have been out, but after little sleep Tuesday night I didn't have the energy, so I made the effort to get up Thursday and do 55k around Stratford. I was on the road at 6:15am and back by 8:00. Not much to report other than the fact the predicted drizzle held off and I had a dry ride under admittedly leaden skies. Body count: 1 badger; 1 squirrel; 1 hedgehog; 1 pigeon - pretty much the gamut of English fauna lying dead on the roads and if I hadn't been more alert I might of joined them when a selfish driver, who I know saw me, pulled off his drive in front of me to take his kids to school, causing me to have to break hard and stop inches short of his bumper. I couldn't resist pointing out to him that I thought he'd been "a bit reckless".

So to Friday and again I should have done something but didn't. A long day at work was followed by beer, wine a a lovely evening watching Big Trouble in Little China with all the kids (not Mo who was tucked up in bed).

Then to Saturday (today) 87km in just over three hours which I'm pretty pleased with. Popped over to Solihull to see my parents, stopped long enough for a cup of tea and an energy bar. I have to say I've discovered Dr Gillian McKeith's energy bars which are yummy and really do the trick. So, whilst I find her to be the most patronising and irritating of women, she does appear to know her stuff. Left Solihull and meandered back the long way through the lanes of Warwickshire, goggling at the size of some of the houses in and around Lapworth. There really is some money about, but not in my pocket!

But I don't need it, got my wife, kids & bike(s) and I'm happy!