I was awoken by the mad cat at 5am this morning.
Me, not her.
I didn't anticipate spending the very early part of my birthday morning editing and publishing school pdf's, but hey hoe.
Job's a good 'un.
I had heavy legs for the short ride to the pool. I've no idea what happened there.
I managed to beat the Butterfly Boy who was poncing about in the pool.
He may have had the style, but I had the splash.
All in yer face.
Take that, Butterfly Boy.
And then it was an odd stop / start working day for the rest of the birthday celebrations.
I managed a mid-afternoon escape for a BIG BOY Birthday Ride.
I was wrapped up in full lycra from top to toe. I probably could have got away with a pair of shorts
I was slightly paranoid about punctures. Two rides, two POPS for the new road bike isn't a good ratio.
It was third time lucky as I did the Tendring loop in a half-decent time. I picked up the pace for the final third, finding a decent rhythm to tap out for the home stretch.
Funky Friday with @RobertElms was ACE. There was an old school rocksteady feel to it. I felt like I was back in my youth club days once again.
More work, and then a returning Anna returned with BOOZE.
Somehow we spent my birthday evening watching D***y Vs Wolves.
How the hell did that happen?
Oh yeah - the eclipse was crap.