You know that point at which bullying stops makes you angry, and just makes you crumble and want to curl up and die?
That.
I thought I'd forgotten my phone this morning. If I'd realised I'd had it, instead of inching out of the verge and riding on, shaky and tearful, I'd have phoned work and told them to f*ck their job, it's shit, and not worth getting killed for.
There's thick fog, but it's not as thick as drivers who think it's still OK to overtake on a blind corner. It's not. Because O LOOK there's a car coming the other way, you have to swerve in to what little of the road you'd left for me, leaving, well, no road for me.
I'm riding from (around) RAF Honington to Thetford. Please god someone find me something less unpleasant than the A1088 or the A134.
I might ask The Boss if I can change my hours, maybe if I was an hour earlier there'd be fewer bastards in such a hurry?