My folks arrived at my house this morning to pick up the mini-tetes. As they arrived, I was about to leave so all in my cycling clobber. They smugly announced "you'll be delighted to know that's the rain on!" and it was at this point that I realised I am now well and truly addicted to cycling, as my response wasn't "och well I'll go and get changed and take the train" as it would have been this time last year, but "oh well guess I'm gonna get wet". Furthermore, according to my records() I have now covered the same distance this year as I did by 20 Feb last year. Now smug but no-one is nearby to bore with these facts (with?)! On reflection I suspect that recognising myself as a proper cyclist now may have something to do with lack of people to bore.