Despite still feeling decidely lacklusture I left on time; out into another gorgeous bright if chilly morning. Thought I might have overdone the layers but this worry was dispelled after getting up to speed and confirming that the wind chill was significant.
A quick run into town; traffic was nearing gridlock as usual but light work was made of it through judicial use of the opposite carriageway.
Got overtaken by a muppet in a council flatbed towing something large on a trailor; no skin off my nose as he passed wide - although his poor judgement meant an oncoming car had to brake to a complete halt. I shared a look of bemusement with the driver; who displayed more restraint than me as I'd have been all over the horn.
By the time I'd reached the butchers I'd warmed up so the fleece was dispensed with while I waited for three of the good stuff - which were above par today.
Back out again along the tow path in the glorious morning sun, and upon greeting a fellow cyclist ahead (who was weaving all over the place) with a cheery double-ding of my bell, I was met as I passed with (in the univeral crackhead dialect) "faaaaaaacking ell mate, I'm not your faaaaaaaacking servent" - to which I replied quite loudly "it's a courtesy, you gobby ****".
Judging by his local-newspaper-compo-face an oncoming pedestrian was less pleased with my response than I was; his faux outrage met with a cheery "morning" as I passed.. Perhaps he thought "thick" would have been better than "gobby", as I mused during the rest of the journey - oh well... 7/10 - will try harder in future.
Beyond that not a lot to report; irritable dickheads notwithstanding another nice ride and despite the fact it's been the norm for the past six months the novelty of this lifestyle isn't lost on me and I remain eternally thankful that I no longer have to endure any more car-based misery
