What happens next?

My first weekday off for ages…. I packed myself a nice lunch, cleaned and oiled my trusted bike, and set off into the Suffolk countryside.
And what happened?
It pissed down like a monsoon and the wind was howling like Winter.
What a complete shitbag.
I came home drenched and forlorn, and had to clean the bike again before I put it in the garage.
Thank God Martina Hingis was playing tennis on the telly or I’d have been angry all afternoon.
It’s got out nice now, so after a play on the drums and a glass of red wine I’m going to have a late evening walk and salvage something from this wash-out of a day.
Here’s hoping for better, brighter things tomorrow.

RC 8-7-15
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