Monday in the office of joy of fucking joys.
Saturday it was a bottle of red & 3 bottles of bitter, and an good conversation with Hazel on msn. Then flaked out at 0300 on the settee. A crap sleeep, and eventually went out at 10.00 on Sunday morning and plodded round Hopwood, and along the newly surfaced Ryknikd Stree, even the hill was nice new tarmac ! From a cart track as it was the last time I drove up it a few weeks ago ! And then round by Bransons Cross. Nice sunny day, little wind, frosty start. I was going to ride a 16 mile TT over at Knowle, but the thought of getting up at 0700 to get over there and racing in the cold at 0900 deterred me. Well I say deterred me, more like the last thing I ever wanted to do was to race along in freezing air when I think I have just about recovered from my illness. Resting HR was a bit high (54) last week, must see if it is down today.
Felt really pissed off about work, what is the future ? Is there one ? What is the point of slogging away, well, its because its what I do, and if I want to earn I have no option but to just get on with it. I have been living under the threat of redundancy for so long I'm getting sort of accustomed to it.