12°C, light wind, sun
Instead of crane flies this year, it seems as though the mozzies are more abundant. I say this now because one bit the back of my neck this afternoon. A strange occurance, we don’t get many in England. Not this part of England anyway.
I would blame my new pond as the source but other people have noticed more midges/mosquitoes too. So the blame shall rest on our exceptionally wet weather this year. Where conditions are against one species, another thrives.

That’s why I’m so hungry
12°C, no wind, sunny. CR˜61.4 miles.
I feel this way every week when I get back. Some slight aches, thirsty and refreshed. Above all- hungry.
The phone app says I used up 3,227 calories on this ride alone. Hence this insatiable hunger. No matter how much I eat, even with a full belly the hunger is still there.
The phone app is probably more trustworthy than the speedo that claims to record calories. It can’t because it doesn’t know my weight, nor does it record hill climbs. The app does both, so I’m inclined to believe it.
Anyway, good ride and dinner is in the oven.
Blimey, fog.
8°C, thick fog.
Leave the ride till later.
Decorating– in just a few hours I got the ceiling and walls painted. The ceiling is apricot-white silk emulsion and the walls, flat chalky Matt blue. I worked between 14.00 – 18.30 though failing light prevented proper checks. The only unfinished area is the top of the walls where it overlaps the undercut ceiling paint. The Matt paint skidded unevenly over the silk. Perhaps later…

Kissing you is like…
9C, clear
“Kissing you is like kissing gravel, you look better upside-down.”
…Listening to kristen Hersh
Rosie had a run in the woods. Golden light filtered between tall trunks set against deep blue sky. Rainfall inside the wood was heavy though. Not a cloud beyond.

drawn on phone
Tried a drawing app on my phone. It’s good enough but this screen is too small to make it practical. Or is it that my fingers are too big?
Shame that.
244 watts
12°C grey but no rain
What is there in this house that draws 244 watts? Nothing is switched on as I arrive home. Well, there is a battery charger and the fridge. Where is it all going- the fridge is not even making it’s on noise?
Cold, come out!
12°C westerly.
It’s touch & go whether I can ride in when I feel like this. Can your immune system fight a cold in the background or does it have to blow out with a full snotty headcold? Maybe an hour’s ride will decide the question.
Robotic Cicadas
9°C, calm.
03.30, sounds of the city waking filter into my room. A distant train, nearer a car starts and stocks away into the night. But a strange constant leaks through during the rather passages. A higher note that leaks out between, one that pulsates like a cicada but is clearly mechanical.
Maybe later this term I can get my sleeping habits into order. Perhaps bed down later and don’t wake so wide alert at 3.
David Sedaris
15°C, lots of rain.
Glad I did the weekend’s ride on Saturday. Today, rain and a listlesness that suggests an oncoming cold. It’s Autumn now.
The new season brings new programmes on the radio- my favourite of Sundays- David Sedaris. This guy puts the kid to Americans inability to understand irony. His show is presented as s series of essays. They are hilarious.
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Parbold hill
12°C , brisk westerly, light cloud. CK55 miles.
Saturday ride on the fixed, a good few hours ride that started with some difficulty- perhaps I didn’t have enough for supper before.
Anyway, I got up Parbold hill on the 42×16 gear without stopping. While not a very blog-worthy point, I get a lot of satisfaction from this first. Last winter, I could only make the summit with the last part on foot. Then in the 17 tooth gear I gasped to the top.
It seems that my physical energy has been liberated by that drop in work-stress.

Momentary misjudgement
12C clear.
It was only a tiny slice of time, it was enough for the axe to swing its errant path. The hit only took a thin slice from my thumb. Lucky it wasn’t worse, or unlucky to happen in the first place. That makes me luck-neutral.
A cut from a sharp edge is usually less painful, and less prone to infection. My only grumble is the site of the injury- it’s on the side of my the joint just where I normally apply pressure when changing gear on the commuting bike.
Perhaps change gear like a good fixed-gear rider.