SammyTheSnake

I'm in my childhood home and I'm late leaving to get to college. I briefly converse with my sister about it then rush to get ready.

I faff about with my bike for a bit checking I've got air in my tyres and have my lights in place etc. I start cycling and it's really hard work, in pushing really hard on the pedals and barely moving, it feels like my legs are really tied and still asleep. I look down at the gears and hear levers and try to work out what hear I'm in and how to change to a lower gear, which I eventually manage after getting thoroughly confused.

Once I'm under way I realise I've probably missed the train I was going to catch and decide that just cycling the whole way is probably my best bet. I start to get a little uncertain of the route (I've not done it in about 18 years!) The weather is glum and gets wetter, I'm getting soggy and muddy and when I get to a village on the way I decide to pull over and find somewhere to get a bit cleaned up and regroup.

I pull into what turns out to be a cycling shop and I fell a little sheepish that I was just going to use the loo to wag the mud off and I'm in somebody's shop. I have a quick wash and return to my bike. My rucksack is a bit off balance on the rack so I decide to repack it and start turning out items into the shop floor. I try shoving various items into pockets and sections, take out and refold no less than three jumpers, a blanket and two woolly hats, rearrange a small camping stove, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember, and three raw eggs.

At this last item evinces a quizzical grunt from the shop keeper and I explain that they're a gif snack when camping and that it you pack then wrapped in your clothes or blankets or whatever, it's not difficult to keep then safe. I note that of course you have to remember they're there when you get your jumper out of your bag or you'll to them onto the floor. As I'm explaining this I'm trying to zip up my overstuffed bag and manage to pop two of the eggs like zits, looking like a fool