birthday boy

Today was Strider’s 35th birthday so R and I collaborated on an insanely good birthday cake for him which was wheeled out after an excellent meal at our local Zizzi’s. I have to say it was a first class eating out experience and the staff were delightful. The man himself was very happy as he not only enjoyed the company of his family but was also spoilt rotten at the office by his lovely co-workers.

So a good day although everyone was tired from work or being pregnant so it ended up with just Strider and I nursing a pint of Theakstone’s Old Peculiar (a rarity on tap these days) and a Laphroaig by way of a nightcap.

Rant: 

What is it about some people who think that getting into a bicycle saddle gives them some form of superiority? I was walking along the canal towpath today and a guy was cycling towards me, not fast and perfectly responsibly. I politely moved to my left so that he could cycle past at which point another cyclist came up the inside of me really fast and really close, so close in fact that he made contact with me and actually shouted out. What an arse. I mean, get a bell. Use it. Or slow down. Or say "on your left". Or any one of a dozen things other than cycling past at 20 miles an hour on the inside and then acting surprised when you make physical contact. Fortunately, no harm was done, but one of us could’ve been injured.