Went out to buy some oil for my squeaky bike. Forgot to buy oil (well, I remembered, but there's never a bike shop when you need one). Cycling around London and all the way back home with twelve bottles of beer and a cauliflower*. I was going to get the train for the last league with the boozy booty as it was rather heavy (a couple of those are 750 ml bottles, but who can resist a Burning Sky Cuvee) but I thought what the hell, it's only six more miles.
At some point later I was forced to remember that 5.5 of those miles are practically vertical.
*let it not be said that this boy, when left unsupervised, doesn't know how to party.