I had a Bloody Lovely ride today - up to Holkham Hall for a cheeky beer at The Vic, then along the coast road to Wells (those Grockles - their driving was PANTS!
1) and back through
Hogsmeade Little Walsingham.
I had a brief exchange with a delightful young lady as I was waiting at some traffic lights - it went like this:
Young Lady: "Oi mate, can I 'ave a go?"
Me: "Sure, hop on. Oh - you mean, on the bike..."
Young Lady:"Ermmm...."
Other Young Lady: <whispers in ear of first young lady>
Young Lady: "Ooohh... you dirty bugger!"
... followed by much giggling...
85km in all - not flat (it being North Norfolk) and lovely and sunny for a change.
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1 I've learned to speak like this from our children. It's true - insanity is hereditary - you get it from your kids.