I was sick of missing DHL deliveries so left a note on the front door directing the driver to come round to the conservatory, which doubles as my turbo dungeon.
He got quite a shock when he saw me naked from the waist up grunting and gurning through a VO2 max interval.
Thoughts on turning yourself inside out on a turbo trainer in your front garden?
Would rather the neighbours didn't have to see it, but we're pretty low on inside space and don't have a back garden.
Would rather my neighbours didn't see me at my worst though...