Klara did not have exactly a hunky dory weekend, so to bring some piece to the haunted mind and withered body, we scaled our plans for another cycling trip down to just a 20km ride to Beddington Park in favour of some soul cleansing therapy.

We fed the ducks whilst dreaming of BEING fed the ducks with red cabbage.

Whilst Klara therapeutically stuffed some duck chicks with bread, I managed to therapeutically slip, twist my ankle and completely ripped apart my shorts. And to go with a tradition of our adrenalin adventures, Klara got hit by a car on the way back.

Since she got away with some bruising (nothing new to those who've ever seen her legs) and the only real damage was to the bike, and since she is a rough amazonian warrior, she dropped the damaged bike at her work and walked to the gym with me in the evening regardless.

P.S.: Excuse the vigorous feet indulgance but to my defence it really felt good...