Friday morning I was awoken by my 7 year old son going to the toilet and diligently (if a little noisy) washing his hands. He has been known to stay up and play when he wakes up that early so we’re in the habit of taking turns to get up, remind him what time it is and then go back to sleep.
Usually. It was my turn and, as I felt the urge to go myself, sat down on the toilet seat arranging my scrambled thoughts while Leo hit the sack. The melon committee soon announced itself it full session:
“We know that you have to drive in to work today due to forecast heavy rain and an early meeting. Its not raining yet you could get a ride in. You ARE really down on km this week, have a look at the forecast, its really mild for this time of year-you wanna make the most of that while it lasts!”
So I checked the forecast on my phone, resigned to the fact that I was now fully awake. Hmmmmm, not raining until 6, temperature 10°C (5°C with the wind chill). Should I remain in the warm luxuriant musty glow of Mrs B2W next to me in bed or layer up and hit the road? She was asleep, I was awake. I knew that I’d be bored and regret it at 6 a.m. if I got up and onto the laptop instead of the bike.
So at 4.45 I headed out into the dark cool morning. It rained on and off, was blown about but an hour later was home, pleased that something of a revolution has happened within the melon committee. A year ago they would’ve been trying to convince me to stay in bed. Now its their majority decision that rules on those 50/50 occasions when there’s a small window of opportunity not to be missed. Viva la revolution…