Buggering bollocks!

That moment when you get back to work having queued through a monumental traffic jam, only to realise you still have the keys for the building in your pocket.

Not wanting to face the traffic again, I decided to use my Fiido for a real practical use – caught a train to Wakefield, rode across town to the building, dropped the keys off in the keybox, and rode back to the station for the next train home.

Leather trousers were the order of the day – the weather was wet and horrible. Many layers!

Not a lot to report happened really, just the silly women with pushchairs who got on at Thurnscoe and tutted at the cycle rack being full of cycles until the guard pointed out that the pushchair rack was at the other end of the train.

We still had to endure mopey Karen face though.