That's me cycling again on Monday - my scooter has been returned to the garage to get a duff battery replaced. That involved a 30-mile ride to Kirkcaldy on a cold winter's day. Going over the Forth Road Bridge was not fun on a day like today. Fortunately there was no crosswind, but I still felt like the proverbial brass monkey. I was shivering by the time I reached Kirkcaldy. (And I had a tee-shirt, a jumper and a US Army winter jacket on.)

I returned to Edinburgh just about in time for dinner so I left the shopping I meant to do. A quick call to the local take-out place and a 40-minute wait later I had a steak pie supper (proper chips, not those anemic pieces of deep fried potatoes that Micky Ds make) while watching TV. I still had to go for the shopping, so went up to Asda (the local Wall-Mart affiliate) after watching Sea of Souls. I got home about 23:30 and started blogging.

This morning as I was leaving for work at 5:30, my scooter died. I had to get the bicycle out and cycle the three miles in to work, arriving just before 6:00 when work starts. No-one was there, so I waited around for twenty minutes before realising that I don't start until tomorrow. After cycling home I returned to bed for a further four hpours sleep. Bliss.