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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This is slightly worrying as in a fit of post Christmas enthusiasm, I rashly volunteered to enter the London to Brighton bike ride which is 54 miles (roughly). I’ve tried comforting myself with the fact that I actually did another 4 miles while N & D went in search of a new tyre, but even my optimism takes a dive at the thought of a further 32 miles!

Secondly, I’m getting very frustrated at the lack of progress in our quest to find some trace of the Virgin Mary as per Graham Phillip’s book, The Marian Conspiracy. With the church at Llanchymedd locked and barred against the natives, who I’ve since discovered have a penchant for arson and the Well of Nothing much living up to its name big time, I’m hoping for better things at St. Pabo’s church at Llanbabo.