Ok, I’ll not keep you long, as last weeks club run was Completely unremarkable, without incident or accident, stress, contention, chaos, or calamity. It was delightful and glorious, supremely enjoyable, relaxed and downright fabulous. The weather was good, the route as familiar and comfortable as an old pair of slippers and the company magnificent. If there were any punctures or other mechanical issues, they completely passed me by.

Thirty-six riders all seemed to enjoy themselves immensely, even Szell, finally awake and joining us from a long and deep winter slumber. Somehow, we even managed to ‘organise’ a second group that was smaller than either of the two that served as its bookends.

With no immediate timetrials planned, I released the chalk-white 13 from its tri-bar purgatory for some refined cruising, which meant there wasn’t even an opportunity for anyone to tell me I had a very shiny bike.

So, there you go, it doesn’t make for a particularly engaging blerg post, but I can live with that. Long may the normality continue.