Combined three tiny but long-overdue chores - dropping things off to places - with a bike ride up the Taff Trail this morning.
While expending less energy than walking - you're sitting down, it's flat - you get there quicker and generate for yourself a lovely cool breeze. Win win.
I had a look round Forest Farm as I was passing, but there wasn't much wildlife to see. Anything with any sense was tucked away in the shade. A passing family complained about the lack of ducks: "Usually there are hundreds."
This mallard wondered why, in herself, she was not enough:
Leaving behind the existential waterfowl, I came home to flop on the sofa for the rest of the day. It's hotter than yesterday again, hotter than 1976, hotter than the surface of the sun.
Some good reads:
Defeat in the Euro finals is a victory for what's best about England by Stewart Lee.
A thought-provoking Twitter thread on Englishness by @aaprocter. Summed up here, more or less, by Bill Bailey:
An essay on Self Love by the School of Life.
Penniless: Why a Victoria man has gone two decades without money by Tori Marlan. Forget your baldy wanker going to space for ten minutes in a giant cock, here's a proper hero.
Today's Photo: Laundry Rainbow
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