They forgot I'd said I'd be late for work this morning, as I had to drop the car off for it's MoT.
Nice to know that they think so much of me that they panic when they think I'm not coming in. They assumed I'd been knocked off my bike, and was bleeding in the road.
But the problem wasn't the bike - oh no, far from it. The bike was the solution.
It was the car
Well, that and all the other cars, and trucks, and taxis and other big fat motorised pieces of nonsense for one person each to be sat still in.
It took almost an hour to drive a fifteen minute bike ride to Battersea. OK, so there was an interesting discussion on the radio about philosophers, but that's not enough on a hot day to compensate.
When I finally got on the bike, I set off along Nine Elms Lane, squeezing between immobile trucks.
I got to Vauxhall, where the Police were clearing up after a motor incident. I sailed past; the cars didn't. Weaving in & out of the overheating cars and their overheating drivers, I sped off towards Elephant & Castle.
It was like the Zombocalypse out there. Normally an insanely busy junction - empty. I swooped around, enjoying taking a fast curve through the roundabout and off to my junction, where I smiled and smiled and then, as I stopped, I smiled.
My phone rang; it was the surgery.
