Rout

Got in mid-morning from the overnighter at work feeling pretty knacked. Not that work was hard especially or that I slept badly, just sometimes it's the being *at* work that's tiring. Am I right or am I right?

Anyway, feeling no great compunction to go anyway, I set up the bike in the kitchen, made a suitable playlist, and got cracking for 57 minutes of pedalling. And all tidied away and cleaned up before the girls got in from school too. Job done.

Disco