Blegh.

[burntcopper]

Utterly soaked - it's pissing it down, and yours truly had no choice but to cycle to Waitrose and back, dump stuff, grab comics and then cycle to Pangbourne to post office and deposit cheques. Mum rang whilst was getting sausage roll from O'Briens (If I'm cold and wet I want hot comfort food, dammit, healthy eating be screwed) and was terribly puzzled at first to ask why I was in Pangbourne doing this when I could do it in Reading. Pointed out that it a) costs money for me to get to Reading (no bloody way am I cycling in, I dislike risking my neck) and b) 7 mins to Pangbourne by bike vs. considerably longer journey by bus, with added waiting around at bus stops. Plus would not be any less wet. Jeans ick.