Opaque

I was lying on the sofa mid-morning doing the crossword and having a coffee feeling all bunged up and pretty done in and like going out on the bike was the last thing I wanted to do when I snapped to and got dressed and got out there. For an hour and a half, that was enough, I was effed before I even set off.

Do not underestimate the restorative powers however of a bath, a Guinness, and a lunch of bubble and squeak made from yesterday's leftovers plus bacon and a fried egg. It's the way we roll in this house.

Typing this whilst I follow the advice on the side of my Hazy Jane can and, indeed, embrace the opaque.

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