It’s a glorious, sunny Sunday, but that’s no use to me. I’m laid up with the wog.
I was all set to do the Scrapheap fundraiser ride in Inverell yesterday. I had the bike on the trailer and all the gear in the van. I was even up at 4.30am, ready to leave, but I just felt too crap. I gave it up in the hope of a quicker recovery. If I’d done the ride I might well have made everything worse.
It was going to be my one ride this year where I could not work. I could just ride for the pleasure of it. So I feel as though I’ve missed out.
It’s done now, and I’m at my desk working seeing as I’m too miserable to do much else.