Oh dear. I’m fairly sure that when I set out from the station this evening on my bike my lights were at least legal, if not exactly bright. By the time I turned into my street I was having to put my glove in front of the front light to check that it was still on. Shortly after that I realised that putting my glove in front of my light wasn’t a very good way of rendering me more visible, so I just cycled along with my head down peering at what was now no more than a despairing glimmer. I think I made it home before it finally went phut, but it was hard to tell. Lucky for me our street is pretty quiet.
Top tip to all readers: Tesco batteries are rubbish. Time to go shopping I think. Or find out if it’s still possible to get a dynamo in this day and age … now there’s carbon-neutral for you.