Man down

So much for the marathon ride today, I've managed to poison myself. Up all night on the lav, never felt so bad - it was hard enough getting out of bed, let alone get on a bike.

I've put it down to the bacon sandwich I cooked when I got home yesterday. The egg was out of date but dutifully sank in the glass of water, and I actually think the bacon was the culprit - it smelled of bad fish, that should have been enough to put me off.

It's one of my worst habits, can't bear to see good food go to waste. Well that's a lesson learned.

So here I am, on the sofa, James Bond on the telly and chavs in sound system bangers cruising down the road making the windows rattle.

From now on I'll be checking sell by dates.

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