I got up early this morning so I could cycle to work.
It was difficult. I struggled to wake up, and it was cold. But I did it.
I got dressed, ate a hasty breakfast, collecting my things and said goodbye to everyone. With a one hour cycle ahead, it's quite a rush to get out of the house in time so I can still be showered, dressed, and at my desk by 8:30.
But now I was awake, more or less, I was looking forward to it. It was a beautiful morning.
Except I found I had a flat tyre. Not soft. Completely pancaked, which means a puncture.
Scrap all thoughts of cycling. I had time to get the wheel off and inspect the damage, but no time to repair and still get to work in time. It was a puncture that I'd patched last summer. One side of the patch had come adrift, but the other side was firmly welded to the inner tube. Not much chance of repair. I needed to visit the cycle shop on the way home from work.
So I did.
Uh-oh, the windows were dark and empty. This looked ominous.
Signs on the windows - we've moved. New address is ... five kilometres back in the direction I just came from.
So I went there. Still not quite 5 o'clock, I should be in time.
Uh-oh. There's the new store, but it still looks dark. What's going on?
Sign on the door. Closing at 4:30. Just today, mind you, they normally close at 5:30.
Fate is conspiring to keep me off my bike!
I got home and told Ali.
And we laughed!
'Cos it's still a beautiful day outside. And I've just finished the windows on the pirate ship and they look great. So there.