Look, I did warn you about the weather whinging, didn’t I? Well, stand by …
The past couple of weeks have been notable for dreich mornings which leave me sitting staring out of the window wondering if the rain will stop, or if it doesn’t, whether I can bring myself to get on the bike anyway or give in and send the other half down in the car for the paper. Invariably, if I wimp out of cycling, no sooner has the other half set off when the rain stops, the clouds lift, the wind drops and I’m left feeling like a bit of a wuss. This morning, which had gone from ‘ooh sunshine’ when we woke up to ‘intermittently pissing down’ by the time I’d had my shower, I had already had to admit defeat on the subject of hanging out the washing and break down and use the dryer. But I was determined to cycle if I could, not least because I’m coming down with a cold and I’m still convinced that the best way to see off cold germs is to get on your bike, preferably with a bit of a drenching thrown in.*
And besides, while I like to make jokes about the weather gods, I don’t actually believe** that there are in fact an entire set of deities up there who dedicate their time to making one puny cyclist’s life a misery, so clearly there was some other explanation to this apparent pattern. No doubt the clever science bloggers could explain that this apparent example of Sod’s law was all due to regression to the mean or observer bias or something and thus all I had to do was wait until the other half would have gone down for the paper and it would brighten up and I could cycle down after all. And lo and behold, I waited a bit and it did brighten up and I got on my bike and set off and anyone who knows this blog well will be able to fill in what happened next. Although, in the interest of completeness I should say that after the first 20 minutes, the sky did clear a bit and some weak November sun shone through, which was lovely and would have been even lovelier if it had also managed to stop raining.
I shall keep you posted on the progress of the cold.
* I should point out, if it isn’t already obvious, that I am NOT A DOCTOR and this is based on absolutely no evidence whatsoever so don’t blame me when you come down with double pneumonia.
** Unless of course there are, in which case I’m very sorry your Awesomenesses and it won’t happen again.