I was a man on a mission on Sunday morning: operation buy two pairs of the Lidl carbon plated cheapo running shoes. But first a bicycle ride. Two birds, one stone etc. The plan was for an early roll out along the lanes, and then arrive at Lidl in Sunny Colch just ahead of the 10am store opening. What could go wrong?
There was still a slight frost shortly after 8am. This was visibly burning off with every km as I pushed ahead. There were no other cyclists at all, which was slightly odd. The only company I had was what seemed like hundreds of Essex Scouts, all scattered along the route on some sort of ramble. Character building, or something.
I made the Sunny Colch approach via the University. Campus was deserted. Easter holidays, innit. I had a momentary thought tback o thirty six years ago, where my Easter break was spent thinking how the fuck do I write a 10,000 dissertation in time for the start of the new term. Somehow I managed to blag it.
Destination Lidl was reached. The bicycle racks were full. Oh. This can only mean one thing: the cheapo road runners / cyclists of Sunny Colch all had the same idea as me. But they were ahead of the game, as I arrived fashionably late at 10:01am. ARSE.
I made my way straight to the middle aisle. I could see where the carbon wonders were, by simply looking for the bun fight that was breaking out. Blimey, these didn’t hang around long. I picked up the last pair of size 8’s for me, and the final pair of size 6’s for her. Job’s a good ‘un.
