Dear Concerned of Caversham
I need you take some deep breaths. Can you do that for me sweetie? Now go and sit down somewhere comfortable because I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
Look, my lovely - I've spoken with the consultant and we're both in agreement. There's nothing we can do for you my darling. Perhaps if we'd have got to you earlier, you'd have been a good candidate for counseling or perhaps even some CBT.
*As it is, I think the best that you can hope for is that you occasionally use a single freewheel and maybe, eventually you'll get back on a proper bike for a few short trips into town to pick up your medication.
But chin up there, my darling. The sun's out and the birds are singing. Just because you're condemned to a life of wrenching your sorry way up hills with your knees straining and your thighs about to explode, doesn't mean you're any less stupid than all the silly buggers lining up to do
yet another SR series.
They pity you, yes. But not in a nasty way. There but for the grace of God and all that. You still have
value, my sweetheart. You're still worth
something. Never forget that.
Stay safe, sweetie. And don't stop pedaling, will you?
Auntie Claire
xx
*That's Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, sweeie 
