I think cyclists are just as crazy as normal drivers. Whilst waiting to filter into traffic on Staines bridge, some nutcase cycled past me straight into the traffic and jumped the red lights. He was probably lucky the lights had just turned red, cos he could have been knocked over by some equally crazy driver turning left...or if he'd been a bit later, by the traffic coming from the other direction.
March 31st, 2003
Stuffed with puffy red eyes is how I am at the moment. I've gone and used the pasta cooker again and this time done mustard & cottage cheese. Made more than enough for 2 people and used enough mustard to blind an army, so now I'm sitting here steadfastly avoiding any wafer thin mints and glad that my eyes and nose have stopped streaming.
Hopefully my stuffed tummy will decrease in size enough so that I can use the keyboard...well...er...OK...I guess that must have happened *grins*. Darn. Back to work :)
In what can only be described as pure insanity, I have decided that tonight I shall cycle home. All the way. So I suggest anyone intending to go out for a walk should take an umbrella or other water protection type things, since I'm sure as soon as I get far enough along the journey, it'll start pissing down - despite it being really sunny at the moment.
Of course I may just wuss out and give up. I hope not. It'd be a waste of a good bit of rain ;)
Well I did it. Admittedly not all the way home, but as far as Windsor. Much to my dismay the route I took is only a mile shorter than normal. But I did make it in good time. But not good enough time to catch the train. Decided that since I was thirsty, I'd have a rest on the train with a drink, but the shop was shut and only the really expensive stall was open. Still, the rest was enough and I did cycle home the last 2.2 miles.