Usual story; rotted in bed far longer than I should have this morning; knackered and reluctant to once more thrust myself into the world.
Managed to get out not a whole lot later than usual; the outside cool and overcast with a seasonal freshness.
Additional time was made up with a swift ride into town; the twattery of some muppet who made zero effort to accelerate after pulling out in front of me (causing me to brake) offset by a van driver behind me who seemed in absolutely no hurry and content to just roll a good distance behind, which was appreciated.
Didn't take long before the joy of just being out on the bike had elicited a smile and I became once more content to exist in the moment as I rolled along; momentarily free of all the anxiety fuel rattling around in my head.
Into the butchers, glancing at the bike through the window once inside to appease my anxiety about it getting nicked. Turn to speak to the butcher, turn back seconds later to see something unfamiliar on the pannier rack:
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To clarify from the shonky image, that's some over-exposed daffodils bearing the message "Happy Monday"; which was nice
I have a pretty good idea where these have come from and while flattered unfortunately I'm not really keen, so that's another awkward conversation in my future... the thought was appreciated though.
Onward to work, having lashed my new acquisition to the helmet holder on my rucksack; thankfully with little to report other than (again) narrowly missing the remnants of a large beer bottle littering the cycle path on the eastern bypass..
I suppose tonight it'd better be straight home if the flowers have any chance of surviving the journey; which tbh is a bit of a pain as I need to go to the shops
