Mud is the New Black

The main body of my day was taken up by a completely mistimed cycling experience from which I returned both totally drenched and completely filthy. On the way back some youthful and sarcastic git had the cheek to whistle at me. The fool; does he not know that mud is the new black? Anyway, I rather enjoyed my bike ride. Out of interest… is it technically stealing to bring back the majority of the old railway cycle route as a facial accessory?

Mistimed as my venture was, my return could not have been better planned; I had just enough time to find myself under the caking of mud and make myself presentable to find my dinner waiting merrily on a plate. There’s something welcoming about bangers and mash with salad and gravy that warms my little heart. Thanks, Mum. :)

Also, I made a youtube video of me singing and playing guitar; that’s right, I finally (FINALLY!) did it. It seems to have been well received, so I’m going to try to make it a weekly thing. No doubt this will last under a month because I’m probably less organised than a blind sloth planning a last minute dinner party for a pride of lions.

Thanks for reading!