Ok so cycling is a big sport now. BIG. All those (tossers) people wearing lycra on a Sunday morning feeling the freedom of the open road, with the wind in their testicles, is a sight to behold, if not to just run over. But this is England. And many choose to do their cycling from the comfort of a spin club, or even on their own Peloton, in their own home. And yet… spinning is hard work. A bit like… a bit like cycling, I suppose. So I’ve decided, if not to ‘invent’ exactly, then to merely apply some logic, to the existing status quo.

Electric exercise bikes!

Have it in your lounge, just plug it in and look, to all intents and purposes, like you’re exercising, whilst never breaking into a sweat. You can still spend that hour productively watching Netflix, but will enjoy it a lot more without all the puffing and panting, and you’ll barely need a shower when you’re done. And those who normally ride electric bikes can feel they’re doing their bit too on rainy Sunday mornings.

Like yesterday. Though it did stop long enough for a game of tennis!!! I’m working on ‘electric tennis’, but I’ll have to get back to you on that.

We went to a chanukah party. Chanukah, the Jewish version of Christmas but with more presents and less Jesus. And unfortunately no ‘pigs in blakets’. The holiday celebrates the day when Judah the Maccabee led an army of 14 Jews against the entire forces of the Greek Empire. There was Judah, three chartered accountants, four lawyers, two doctors and 5 bakers. And they won. It was a miracle. But when they looked, there was only enough oil to light the ‘eternal’ light for one day, and more couldn’t be acquired for 8 days, because Judah didn’t have Prime Membership. Thus the real ‘miracle’ of chanukah: they used that oil to make enough donuts for eight days, because who needs an eternal light anyway? Well, something like that.

And yesterday’s miracle of chanukah was Spurs beating Newcastle 4-1. The perfect end to any celebration.

Happy Monday

A xxxx