The puncture fairy strikes...

So as I'd decided to attempt to keep dry on the way in this morning I chose to cycle through town, not down the cut. What a mistake. Just as I was pedaling around Smallbrook Circus in the City Centre I heard the hiss hiss hiss of what could only be a puncture coming from the front tyre. Obviously I went straight into denial and totally ignored it. Anyway, it refused to be ignored, when I'd reached the mailbox near the Town Hall some 500 yards later, it went totally flat. Into muttering obscenities under my breath, you know the type, and proceeded to fix it. Not a drama, I carry all the necessary kit, so I removed the dead tube, found the nail, and put a new tube in.

I then went to pump the thing up and my pump suffered a total malfunction. On a Monday, in the dark, in the drizzle. It would not clamp onto the valve and when it would clamp it wouldn't pump. I tried everything for 25 minutes to get this bloody thing to work, but nope, it simply refused to play. Bastard thing!

As luck would have it one of my lads passed me on his way to work in his van so he played the good Samaritan and gave me and my dead bike a lift in. So today is going to be spent getting the front tyre inflated and working out what the bloody hell is the matter with my pump!

I love cycling.