Left work knackered and unwilling into the once more cold, pretty brutal headwind.
By the time I'd reached town I'd at least warmed up and gained a little enthusiasm; these both buoyed further by slowly winding my way past a delivery dickhead over Magdalen bridge.
Out north on the usual convoluted route to the park; stopping at M&S to rummage for bargains. Seemed the only things reduced were the sandwiches; which turned out to be my only purchase in the name of the homeless bloke outside... This after much anxious deliberation over whether to buy him one at all / what filling to get after he expressed no preference / whether I'd be judge by providing a yellow-stickered item.. he appeared happy and grateful for his eventual all day breakfast and I went on my way.
Those I passed on the tow path on the way back into the city were notably more cheery and civil than usual. A short, crap session on the rings was had once I reached the park but it least it was something and I felt tangibly better for a bit of a stretch.
Down the back of the railway line to Botley, bumping into my sound upstairs neighbour outside the supermarket; who embarassingly I didn't recognise at first.
After a bit of a chat scored some reasonable bargains and headed home, getting low-level cut up on one of the roundabouts by the business school by some muppet coming from my left as I wanted to go straight across / right. Pillock ended up parked on the roundabout behind another vehicle on the exit and I managed to thread between the two; deploying a well-aimed "you f*cking dickhead" as I passed.
Now with the wind on my side I smashed it home along the tow path, again amongst very pleasant, accommodating people.
Now back home with some cracking jungle on waiting for my £2.61 melt in the middle smoked haddock fishcakes to finish cooking.
If I felt this good all the time, life would be so good...
