We went round to Daughter’s best friend’s parents’ (DBFP) for supper on Saturday night. And Mr DBFP’s hospitality got the better of me. Y’see, my parents were brought up in post-war austerity Britain, and were taught to eat everything on their plates. And they passed that on to me.
The trouble is, it works with beer too.
So although I’d intended to just have a couple, Mr DBFP kept putting another in front of me just before the previous one was finished. The result of this was that we got home at 2 a.m. (there may have been singing along the way) and I had to be more or less heaved out of bed at 9:30 to go and fetch Daughter from the neighbours where she’d been for a sleepover.
And there was no way I was going out on my bike in the morning - I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t sober enough to handle any kind of vehicle. So the morning was spent drinking thick, tar-like coffee and orange juice, and I eventually got out by about 2:30, by which time the sun was shining, and although it wasn’t warm, it was damned fine cycling weather. The perfect hangover cure, in fact. Not that I had a hangover, you understand
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 05/18/2008
- Total Time: 2:16:00.00
- Distance: 38.5 miles
- Average Speed: 16.99 mph