• Had to check the calendar when I got in this evening. Yes, definitely the Cuntieth of November. Harangued by a fat ugly witch as I delayed her for two seconds while pedallng uphill into a right-hand filter lane (returned her observations, with special compliments), nearly doored by a passenger (who just looked up and smiled. What to say...) and close-passed by a school coach (nearly caught up at a roundabout but ran out of steam.)

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