I think today was my laziest yet. Working for myself is something that I find immensely rewarding. It’s also hard but on the whole I would really struggle to go back to “normal” work. Given that you don’t get the “normal” interactions that most people get when they go to work you tend to develop these little rituals such as morning and afternoon coffee. In this way you get contact with others which in a “normal” working environment you would get from your peers. And I enjoy that. I know most of the local shopkeepers, cafe owners, publicans and bottle shop owners. One of those rituals is Friday Beer O’clock. Now I know that Beer O’clock is appreciated pretty much everywhere but it seems to take on special importance when you work for yourself.

Ergo at 1800 this evening I really didn’t want to go out for a ride but of course given that we are in full Tour de Feb swing I went out. I did five laps just up the road and was going quite well until I got self conscious about the group of guys that kept starring at me as I went past. They weren’t doing anything apart from leaning against a car, chatting and watching every rotation of my peddles as I raced(ish) past in my shiny Lycra. Nonetheless I felt shall somewhat vulnerable. Oh, and that it was Friday night well past Beer O’clock.

That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. So after a 6.5 km I went to the bottle shop and then went home. And drank beer.

Viva la Tour.