A whinge

I’ve just come back from picking Elizabeth up from nursery on my bicycle and now I want to have a whinge about the rain and wind. So here goes: I’m wet, exhausted (anyone who has cycled in the wind will understand why but add a factor of ten to this given that I’m cycling a bakfiets with a big plastic rain tent on the top), I was nearly blown off the bridge, almost took out a pedestrian and fell off my bicycle at one point in the clumsiest way imaginable whereby my skirt blew up and I flashed my arse to anyone who happened to be behind me which was fortunately no-one since I’m the only crazy soul who would try to ride a bicycle in this weather. There. Now I feel better.

But I still love my bike. πŸ™‚