Woe! Woe I say?
Well it had to happen at some point? Today while cycling home on my beloved Orange Brompton I heard a pop, a hiss and realised with horror that my rear tyre had been punctured! Upon closer inspection I discovered what in building circles is know as, 'a ruddy great nail.'
A cry of woe unashamedly came from my lips. I folded my bike up and had to resort to walking with the ordinary plebeians that I had now become. Hurrying home, the bike was put in the boot of my car and I raced to my nearest bike shop. This was less that 30 minutes ago. They couldn't do the repair there and then and I will have to collect it (feeling quite maudlin at this) tomorrow morning. Woe, woe again with an extra dash of woe!
How will I cope without my daily joy of using my Brompton? My first thought was to buy a second one! But I know this to be merely a rush of blood to the head, combined with a fit of the vapours! No. I will have to soldier on until tomorrow but like a child trying to get to sleep on Christmas Eve, it will not come quickly. WOE I say...woe!