Last night I went back to upholstery for my next class, three and a half months later than expected.
I’d had concerns about how to get there and decided that cycling was the best solution as the tube is horrible in the summer anyway and I couldn’t justify a Covid moment.
And so off I went, six miles to Hoxton. It didn’t sound like a lot but forty minutes later, it certainly felt like it.
I worked on my chair for three hours and made some progress and then cycled home for another forty minutes. I believe I mentioned that my cycling fitness isn’t what it used to be!
It’s fair to say I was shattered by the time I got home at 10:30pm and am not looking forward to repeating it on Thursday in thirty degree heat.
Still, last chance before France and hopefully I’ll be able to pick things up again in September.