Nearest and Dearest has just made a rather pointed comment about my waist line, prompted mainly by the fact that he’s discovered the large bag of Minstrels squirreled away in the little cubby hole that sits between us in the car.

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It’s another outrageously beautiful day, but I’m feeling too miffed to enjoy it. Firstly, after fiddling and prodding and waving his arm bearing personal sat nav system at a passing satellite, Nearest & Dearest has informed me that the million mile bike trip of yesterday was in fact just 18.243679125 miles, (exactly!).

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