Another BONK to start the working week. This time on the trail.
I cycled off on the tank of a MTB to the pool. My MTB loving neighbour joined me on his [I can't chuffing believe how much that cost] new MTB.
I BONKED before we had even reached the end of the road.
Back in the water is where I belong. It was a bloody good swim.
I'm still buoyed by the compliment on Saturday that I swim the perfect total immersion technique.
Old Archie at the pool this morning reckoned that the compliment came from a swimmer who took a shine to my Speedos.
West Ham Wanker is back from his cruise. I'm sure that the cruising sorts had as much enjoyment out of his Allardyce morning moans as I do.
He still thinks that I'm a bloody Hammer.
A brief stop at B & Q and then back to base for a His 'n' Hers working day.
We were optimistic of a LABOURDOORSTEP mid-morning.
The letterbox was nervously pushed open. Both Anna and I were working at the desk from the Raj / Colchester. We could see a Comrade poke his hand through.
Anna shouted out:
Sadly we weren't knocked up
Stop / start work, and a bit of Neil Young with @RobertElms.
Harvest Moon sounded fantastic. Likewise for Walk Away Renee.
Early evening and the shout went out for:
I was still slightly shaken up by the bonking of yesterday. I wanted to carry out a scientific experiment to see if I could hallucinate two days in a row.
Thankfully the funny faces in the fields were nowhere to be seen on Monday.
Well - not in my hallucinating world anyway.
Monday concluded with Test match cricket.
We've got four more days of this to follow.
Oh - happy birthday Al Green