Not the best timing
So after the move I took up rowing a bit more seriously again. With two of the major events cancelled so far it seems the weather gods have not looked kindly upon this decision. At least my new rowing club does an excellent line in post outing coffee and cake.
Other than this minor blot our new life continues apace. Small child is settled in to the new nursery to the extent you'd be convinced she owns it. As well as rowing I've also rediscovered cycling. I've dug out the 18 year old beast that has followed us from house to house, on the promise that one day I'd use it again. With station parking at £5 per day, the incentive to get the thing mobile again was certainly there. So I'm now a little bit fitter, a little bit more windblown and, above all, insufferably smug. With the parking having gone up to £5.50 (10%, you bastards) I'm now 10% smugger. Although there is a temptation to regard this as extra cash direct to my pocket for personal treats. Muffin, anyone?