I have the last day of my annual leave booked for tomorrow and for reasons I won’t bore you with, every other day this year has been taken for the benefit of another member of my very small family. I was really looking forward to tomorrow. I was planning a 50 mile Peak off road ride. All day to me and I hadn’t even told those indoors I was off. It was all about me. Even the rubbish weather report hadn’t put me off. I was thinking of even doing a century on road down to the lovely Bakewell via my mate the Duchess of Devonshire’s place at Chatsworth.
So, I go to the bike clothes tub this morning and the only thing available for my ride in to work is a pair of 3/4’s that I’ve not worn for a long time. Now I know why! It’s only 8 miles from my house to work and the F*& things have chafed enough to draw blood! I can hardly sit down on my chair, forget my S%M saddle! I think I might even have to get the train home! ARSE!ARSE!ARSE!
Any miracle cures available?