Turns Out we are Made of Sugar After All

Apologies for the lack of a post yesterday and this poor excuse for a posting today. I’m only doing it in a blatant bid for internet sympathy. You see, the thing is, it was raining ALL DAY yesterday, with only brief pauses for the weather gods to gather more rain. The other half did offer to drive down and fetch the paper for me but I was having none of it. ‘If I can’t cycle in the rain in the summer, I’m not going to get out at all on the bike in the winter, am I?’ I pointed out and off I went, smugness radiating from every pore. And at first, it wasn’t too bad. I had my scary yellow jacket on, which only gets an outing when it’s raining these days because it’s the only lightweight waterproof I own, and my waxed cap, and lightweight trousers because – firm subscriber as I am to the idea of cycling in normal clothes – jeans in the rain on a bike rapidly turn into the least practical form of clothing since concrete boots were invented. The rain even slackened off a little, to a misty drizzle, most of the way. It was fine. I even thought to myself as I came round the bend into Nearest Village, with only a couple of miles to go, ‘why, this is not bad at all. People who don’t cycle in the rain are just wimps. We’re not made of sugar, after all. We won’t melt.’

And then the weather gods heard me, and the heavens opened. That scary yellow jacket? Not waterproof at all.

And so today I’m sick. Bah. And I can’t even take the day off, because I appear to have already taken the rest of my life off. I knew there’d be a catch somewhere…