Busy bee morning. Dentists, opticians then Tesco big shop.
Skegness is beautiful at this time of year.
Gave two beggars outside Greggs a pound each and felt the better so for doing.
Somebody else brought them out a hot pasty each. Bleddy good begging pitch is outside Greggs in Skegness.
Useful to know should MrsP continue spending as she does.
Early lunch 'au village cafe' on the way home. Home made veg soup and a fresh cob. Tasty.

Reflecting upon cycling as a metaphor for the ups and downs human existence this afternoon.
Southwards down the promenade in fifth gear with nary a turn of the pedals, oh frabjous day.
Pashley was as if made from carbon fibres.
Pig of a ride back into a cutting headwind and never once got out of second gear.
Pashley felt like a great big lump of lead.
Cyclothymic-tastic.
