Ahh, a hard frost in the night meant I came out this morning to a world all a-glitter. Ice crystals sparkled on the road, on the cars, on the bins and on my bike. Especially on my bike, where it was frozen hard enough that a quick wipe of the saddle with a gloved hand wasn’t going to clear it. Which left me with only one alternative.
I’m willing to bet real money that anyone caught wittering on this morning about the beauty of properly cold winter weather and the joys of a crisp clear sky didn’t start their day thawing the ice off the saddle of their bike with their arse.
Roll on the summer, that’s all I can say.