it's official: I'm a bloody psychic. Had a dream last night I got a flat tire on my bike. Guess what happens 4/5 of the way to work? I did the 3km walk of shame as I so rarely get flats I don't bother to carry a patch or a spare.

Pinkrobe, wasn't the sun nice today? Last week was so damn gloomy. But I was surprisingly spared from rain for the most part. Got sprinkled on a few times. Thursday I hammered like a time trial all the way home to avoid getting wet. I thought it was going to open up just as I was getting home, it rained for maybe a minute and a half.