ride home; 20km of drizzle and rain, with two 5km dollops of misty fog in the middle
Hundreds of frogs. Hundreds and hundreds of frogs. Seriously. It was like something out of Exodus.
500m from front door horn riding nobber overtakes me on the double white lines, downhill, while I'm in primary, drives round and round the next roundabout until I arrive to turn right and then follows me draws up alongside tries to teach me how to ride by shouting through his passenger window.
He now needs a new door mirror. Twat. and I didn't say a single word.