Pitter, patter

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter...... No, it's not the sound of tiny feet (as if the boy could walk - he's not even been fitted for his new Colnago yet), it's the sound of rain, constant rain falling during the festive period. Today has to have been the absolute non plus ultra of shitty days with it seemingly never breaking into daylight. There have been only 2 days worthy of a good ride this holiday and both have been preceded by approximately 37 minutes sleep on the night before (why does he sleep all day and then decide it's time to talk at midnight?!). I worry, oh how I worry as I lie awake at night listening to the now 24/7 central heating draining my wallet ('he needs to be warm, dear') that things may never return to normal and that my legs will simply whither away and I will never get out on the road again for anything longer that my 45 minute commute. For this reason and this reason alone, I look forward to next week's return to work and my enthusiastic embrace of winter commuting.