Punctured in Battersea Park - rear wheel, naturally. All going well until the tyre wouldn't seat properly in the rim next to the new valve, so I spent at least 20 mins fiddling with it to try and get it to go in properly. Then realised that the new tube wouldn't inflate. Just as well I had a second spare. And cursed myself for not having my trusty frame pump, having to rely instead on the shitty little mini pump (mini pump = mini inflation) and taking it easy the rest of the way in on a very soft tyre. 45 mins just to change a tube. Gah.
And on top of that, I started out thinking that I would save my gloves from the gak on my bike, which is the dirtiest it has ever been in its entire life, and do it bare-handed - easy enough to wash hands at work. Which would have been fine if I'd been able to do it quickly. Instead, I now have ingrained grime in my knuckles, fingers, and especially under my long nails which are impossible to clean out properly without a nailbrush and some muc-off. I had the cracking idea of giving my nails an emergency coat of polish to try and hide it, but the grime is showing through and now I look like some skanky bag lady.
So, lunchtime trip: Boots for nail polish remover, Action Bikes for muc-off wipes.
Good grief.