Thursday Night - Hour of Power

Can salad survive such velocities unscathed?

I left the office at 22:00, having cheered myself up by eating my intended gift.

Glad to be out, I decided to show the now internal salad around Regents Park. It felt pretty fresh at the start, having chilled for much of the day; though it became limp soon after warming up.

Eight laps ended on a shade over 20mph. Fair enough, but I'd hoped for more ("It's not just any salad"). Mind you, it was only upon entering lap five that I discovered a large chain ring attached to my bike (it was next to the small one that I'd been using up until that point).

Home now, and out of muesli. Second place goes to mouthfuls of porridge oats, a glass of milk, and squeezing a bottle of honey into my face.

Doing a poo out of your willy and a wee out of your bum bum.

You okay mate?