Thursday, November 24, 2005


Cycling stops being a joy in winter.

This morning I got off my bike to discover quite a lot of mouse wrapped round the front wheel.

This afternoon I spent four minutes trying to pedal through a hail storm. Then realised that cycling with one hand thrown over my eyes was silly. Plus, I was squealing like a ninny.

Still, it washed the pureed vermin off my trousers.

1 comment:

Imogen said...

The one thing that can't be blamed on winter and foul weather is the dead mouse.