Mr Cubbage must think I spend all weekend in the pub as the last two times I have spoken to him by the marvel if Mobile telephony has been when I’ve been on one of our special jaunts, as was the case yesterday when we went drinking around the Black Country with Cousins and the Stymaster & Mistress. Good time had by all – we didn’t get home until 10.30 pm as we stopped off in Wednesfield for a curry – well had to be done. One of my favourite pastimes though and we do only do it occasionally – honest. This one was to celebrate the end of winter as we only go drinking with the Bartams if its less than 6° . 
So felt bloated all night and decided on a bike ride this morning. Phone Major Orton and regretted not taking my gloves as it was damn cold – especially in the wind. Probably one of the coldest rides ever on my bike and I think I’m not going out again until it gets over 10°. Its taken me all day to thaw out….
I just assume that as a Blues supporter you spend as often in the pub as you can … drowning your sorrows…
Ever the optimist; Andrew thought first ray of sunshine meant summer was here.
First ride out for nearly four months was a big struggle. Hands got froze just trying to pump up front tyre, which stubbornly refused to inflate for nearly 20 minutes. Then when I got the pressure right the front brakes had got knocked out of line so had nice struggle with those. All this before I even got in the saddle.
Then to my horror got blown just riding up the slight hill of Wolverhampton street to park and knew it was a mistake. Wind as usual had found me by the time we truned onto Curly Wyrley and I gave up near the Jenny Lee centre and turned for home.
Shock horror! Andrew dismounted and walked up the bridge in Wednesfield. Could he be getting old???