I guess a van driver can't look in her mirror if she hasn't got one.
Yes, I had a daft cow drive into my lane (and almost into me!) approaching Elephant & Castle RAB. Actually, she didn't really need a mirror, as she was alongside, and I could see her, her stupid bobbly woolly hat, and her argument with the driver on her left as she moved to the right.
Another headwind, and another day of ridiculous traffic levels. What kind of idiot, having spent four mornings and four evenings queueing almost static through Mitcham & Tooting because of roadworks decides on Friday morning to get in their car and do it all over again? But there are a sod of a lot of them who do.
And my thigh was hurting a bit more this morning. Actually, I got a twinge and my right leg buckled a bit as I was setting off from one junction. Result: I ripped a hole in the arse of my longs when I caught it on the nose of my saddle.
Fortunately, I was wearing shorts underneath, but it's annoying.