Won't You Accept My Reward?
In order to push through a massive pile of paperwork before a mammouth work trip, I went into the office over the weekend. 3 hours yesterday, 4 today. In order to break up the monotenous horror of doing exactly the same thing at the weekend as I do during the week, I cycled in and back. Well, half-cycled, half-pushed. It just made it different to the normal trudge up the hill. As incentive, I set myself an amount to achieve after which I could treat myself to an ice-cream down on the quay. So there is the stem ginger and vanilla ice-cream I just scoffed, with Woah Mule! propped against a wall beside me.