This afternoon I decided I’d had enough of sitting about in the house and went for a ride, towards Box Hill (I planned to actually go to Box Hill but it started raining when I got near and I thought fuck it and didn’t bother).
Highlight was stopping near the traveller camp south of Carshalton and having a chat with a boy who asked me why my pedals look so weird and whether I could do a wheelie. He asked me where my husband was and was horrified to find out that I am 28 and NOT MARRIED.
Lowlight was alternating pain/pins and needles in my right hand (now spreading up my arm), I had to stop a couple of times to wait for the feeling to come back. During one of these stops I noticed that I could see really weird shapes around passing cars, and it took a little while to realise that I was hallucinating. By the time I got back to London I was having a bit of an issue as I couldn’t tell which cars were parked and which were moving. It was annoying as I thought I’d eaten and could avoid this, but when I thought about it, I realised I hadn’t had a proper meal since friday. If my housemate doesn’t come home soon I’m going to become completely feral.
All in all, a slightly frustrating ride, particularly as I got lost due to not reading road signs properly. Oh, and I got called a cunt by a driver, which I always appreciate. On the other hand, I got a very enthusiastic thumbs up from a cyclist going the other way, and it was nice to be out and about. Maybe next weekend will be better…