The cycle in this morning went reasonably well despite a rather amusing tour of Southwark courtesy of my lack of direction. I guess it shows you’ve not cycled in a while when you get lost on a route that should essentially be a straight line.

Still, I managed to navigate my way out of Southwark (an area I know not at all) and still in to work at a comparable time to getting the train. Southeastern you officially suck.

It was really nice of the Met to clear Embankment and Tower Bridge for my approach although I feel, on reflection, the fire arms were a bit much. I mean no one gets that excited to see me.

For the easily amused, my legs currently feel like rubber and I could quite comfortably go to sleep right now. It’s going to be an interesting journey home. 90 minutes is the time to beat.

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