beaten and blown by the wind

Another sunny, chilly, GORGEOUS autumn Sunday. Determined not to waste it this time, I decided to go cycling before breakfast (which on a Sunday occurs at an hour most people would call lunch).

I completely forgot that exercise on an empty stomach always turns me into a snarling monster that hates everyone and everything. Getting an ear-ache from the cold wind certainly didn't help. It took me half of the afternoon and plenty of comfort food to recover.

Lots of coffee and U2 - the mythical Remedy to Cure All Ills.