Out on time into the windy, overcast and somewhat muggy morning. The ride started off well - pointing out to a fellow commuter that one of her bags was open - for which she was suitably greatful
It largely went downhill from there though; my heart sinking to witness that one of the green spaces en-route has now been taken over by caravans and vans bearing the names of various "garden landscapers" and "driveway pavers" - I don't think it was the British Caravan Club annual outing, and suspect when they're finally moved on they'll leave the usual disgusting mess in their wake
Further into town I was held up by various idiots - a few inconsiderate / inattentive cyclists and less forgivably some knobhead in a bus turning across me as if I wasn't there and a UPS bellend who decided to consume the entirity of the road with their massive van during a reverse park, on every other road user's time... although of course this was all entirely excusible as they had their hazards on throughout..
This has happened to me a lot recently; I always try to be considerate and respectful towards everyone else but have a short fuse and am getting utterly sick of being treated like I simply don't matter.
Once off the roads things improved somewhat; culminating in being overtaken by a bloke on a Genesis on the cycle path who I then drafted for a good distance before we came to a halt behind some unassertive woman who clearly wanted to turn right into an underpass but neither signalled nor positioned herself to allow anyone to pass on the inside; which was... helpful.
I have to remind myself that it's still infinitely better than being in the car, but as I sit here an exhausted, aching, sticky mess I can't say that this morning's ride was particularly pleasant.