My commutes of late have been fine affairs, sunshine no numpties etc. This morning all was fine until approaching Broxbourne on the canal path, sudden stabbing pain just below the collar bone, I had been stung by a wasp and the bugger was stuck in my jersey. Queue a emergency stop, threw the bike and my pack and took my jersey off in a flash. I quite often have a bad reaction to wasp stings, the last one on my head closed both my eyes with swelling etc. So far I am ok so might not have to call a taxi to get home this evening.
Whilst I was stood by the canal being peed off, a cyclist went past, coming towards him were 2 joggers, one with a puppy french pug tied on a lead from her waist . Jogger went right, pug went left, cyclist straight down the middle. He hit the lead on his tyre, pug did a enforced back somersault and was scrabbling on his back. The lady went mad screaming, cyclist slowed for a nano second then forged on. So guess who got the tirade on all cyclists being not nice people.