Watched Mexico v Cameroon and decided to get in a quick 20 miler (to Frampton on Severn and back) and then catch the second half of Holland v Spain. No couch potato, me. No Siree.
Plan went right timewise, but very wrong weather wise. Got caught up in another horrendous thunderstorm for the last 6 miles. Flashes of lightning all around me and the most torrential rain I've ever ridden through. At least an inch of rain on the road everywhere, with torrents running down the road in places. Got my head down and really shifted it, hoping to get ahead of the storm.
Had to keep stopping to wipe my eyes though, as the rain was washing sweat into them and making them sting.
Shoes now squelching wet. All my clothes now wrung out and on the towel rail. At least I caught the best half of the footy match, and am now basking in a warm glow of smug self satisfaction for getting off my backside even during a World Cup.
Heard a cuckoo in Frampton tonight. Read in the paper the other day that all the cuckoos have flown back to Africa because of the wet weather. Bet this one wishes he had too. The thunderstorm is still rumbling all around our house
really loud as I write. Definitely don't recommend anyone riding in a storm like that.