A note through the door -
Sorry, your parcel was too big to fit through the letterbox. Please collect from the sorting office.
I could have taken the car for the 6 mile round trip.
Had I taken the car it might never have happened...
But, no..
Be healthy, be virtuous young (ahem...) man - collect your parcel by bike.
You'll be late for work.
Who cares - you're self employed!
Of I go, smiling like a loon as I zip along the canal towpath 'downhill' all the way there - both feet off the pedals, feet in the air, glittery handlebar tassels flapping gaily in the wind*
Hello Postie, smiles I.
I collect my parcel and off I go 'uphill' all the way home.
I was almost there..
It' my own fault, I really should have known better....
I know the route.
It's a known hazard.
It' my own fault, I really should have known better....
It hit me, full in the face.
Up the nose - oh, the smell......
In my mouth - oh, the taste of it, all pervading....
It' my own fault, I really should have known better....
than to try and ride downwind of the local greasy spoon - I was powerless. I had to stop 
nyom
IMG_0565 by chris1968, on Flickr
nyom
IMG_0567 by chris1968, on Flickr
nyom
IMG_0569 by chris1968, on Flickr
*part of that sentence was made up. Can you tell which bit 
apologies for the ultra low res Hipstamatic pictures...
